A purchase

Thursday, I had a revelation. I can’t possibly fit all I want to do into the weekends. Weeknights need to be incorporated as well.

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So this week, when I haven’t had class, I’ve gone out and done something, and I wasn’t about to stop on Thursday. So a roommate and I took the metro to 18th, and went to Amsterdam Falafelshop, which has now been recommended twice to me.

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Though I had been to this area of town once before, it was fun to see it on a weeknight, when all the restaurants are still there, but the masses of loud people aren’t. Walking past different restaurants, window-shopping for the next outing, “trying-on” each by picturing my friends and myself as the couple I saw playing cards or the group eating Ethiopian food by the handfuls is a feeling I have experienced routinely in D.C. and one I can’t imagine ever getting tired of.

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So instead of simply trying on, we purchased. Jaclyn and I went to the Falafelshop, made our own falafels and enjoyed the hostel-esque atmosphere as we dove into a falafel filled with flavors that, when combining, we didn’t know or expect would result in a blissful harmony that resulted.