posted by catherine / July 19, 2006 /
bruster's vanilla milkshakes might be the best i've ever had. i highly recommend that when sommer gets around to dispensing the fabled DCist milkshakes, she look into their catering options.
i found out this past weekend while in d.c. that my grandfather was sent a recruiting letter by the military. they want him to serve in iraq. my grandfather, while in excellent health, is 82. he's also going on an alaskan cruise this week with my grandmother for their 60th wedding anniversary, so the military better not fuck with that. (they wanted him for his language skills, apparently; he's fluent in arabic.)
a while back, i decided on a whim to register for the marine corps marathon this october. this was a mistake of epic proportions. witness the reasons. 1) i am running some down here in atlanta - 20 to 30 miles a week - but NOWHERE NEAR where i should be at this point for marathon training. 2) i am lazy. 3) it is incredibly effing hot in atlanta and i can't so much go outside to grill a chicken breast without melting so running is out of the question. 4) i never found a marathon training group that wasn't asking for $200 of my paycheck to let me run myself into the pavement and not drink for five months. 5) i would like my toenail not to fall off a third time. 6) the marathon takes place the sunday after the saturday before halloween (presumably the day people will party and get drunk in celebration), and i would actually like to go out and party and wear a crazy costume this year. (by the way, i am taking preliminary ideas based on the black wig i wore last year that are actually creative and not just trenchcoat lady.)
so the upshot is that i'm going to try to sell my bib. if you want it, it's all yours!
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Ooooh, thanks for the tip. They all seem to be located pretty far out into the suburbs, but I have indeed been looking for something like this very thing to cater the DCist retreat. Will have to call them and inquire.
No disrespect to your grandfather, but you'd think the Pentagon could find someone (*ahem!*) a little younger to go to Iraq?
If not, then I don't see our little Iraqi "excursion" ending in victory, folks...
PS: If I ever reach the age of 82, I hope I have your grandfather's problem!
That wig is perfect for a flapper.
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