The first weekend

So after my birthday celebrations the night before, I decided to start early with making the best of my semester. I woke up promptly at 7 and began my weekend. To start, I got out all the magazines and newspapers I had accumulated or been given by people at the office. I was surprised at the number of free newspapers, some of which are wholly devoted to listing off all the events for the weekend.

With highlighter in hand, I combed over the pages, finding things that caught my attention. The word "free" routinely attracted the tip of my pen. There are so many free things going on in the city, so long as you can find them. At one point, I was almost frustrated that I couldn't go to everything and take everything possible in, but here is where I will begin to develop a palate.

"Sorry Decorah, Iowa (which is the appropriate way to "abbreviate" I according to AP), I love what you have to offer, and I go to tons of events, but here I can begin to choose." Luther is great for making sure that events don't overlap and everyone is able to, within bounds, participate in everything they want to. But the real world is about choosing. Choosing a career path. Choosing a job. Yadda yadda yadda, I'll start with choosing my weekend plans.

(Which happened to be going to a jazz concert in Rosslyn; grocery shopping for red meat and guacamole; going to a the Joaquin Phoenix movie with friends, only to find out I had read the time wrong, so we ended up watching The Tillman Story; starting Sunday off with a visit to the Tea Party March on the Mall; and watching some Sunday-night football - Go Redskins!)