Dinner With Friends

Yet again, I'm aware that this is the title of a play and not a line from a musical, but it's still theatre so I'm okay with it...

It's been a long time since I had a good mix of old friends and new friends all in one weekend. Friday night, Marty and Cindy came over for dinner to see our new Capitol Hill apt. since they were in town for work. Marty is Derek's old boss and our good friend and Cindy is a retired teacher from Buffalo, NY who is quite possibly one of the most outstanding people I know. She is extremely intelligent, endearing, kind, and sometimes downright nasty, just like me. It's brilliance. We see Marty fairly often, but it's been since before our wedding last year that we had a chance to see Cindy and it was great to touch base and catch up with her. We will all get the chance to meet up again in Atlanta in January. Nothing will ever beat Kutcher's though. (Remind me to tell that story sometime).

Marty stayed in town for an extra night so that he, Derek and I could all go out for drinks on Saturday night. We wanted to go someplace that wasn't filled with smoke so I took them to the one gay bar I haven't been to yet, HALO. I must say, I think it may become one of my favorites (I have a soft spot for JRs of course and as soon as they eliminate smoking there...I'll spend more time there). We got our vodka drinks and headed upstairs and grabbed seats at the bar in front of a lovely female bartender with great earrings whose name I never got. We had only been there for a few minutes when one of my coworkers walks through the door. We say hello and then I spend the rest of the evening drinking Stoli Blueberry and Tonics and getting to know new friends. We had only intended to have only two drinks and then leave around 11, I had four and left around 1230. It was a good night.

So as I think back on my weekend, I raise my morning cup of coffee and toast all my old friends who I hope will forever be in my life and also to all my new friends here in DC who I hope will one day, probably over dinner, quietly slip into old friends too.