Well, I suppose technically March 5 is Rex Harrison’s birthday but he’ll always be Henry Higgins to me.
This weekend was far too short, as usual. In our ongoing quest to find ways to escape the gravitational pull of our respective couches, E & I headed south to Old Town to take in their St. Patrick’s Day parade. While the District’s St. Patty’s parade isn’t until this Sunday, the Alexandria parade was this past weekend. It was a decent parade, as parade’s go. I think our only complaint is that there were large gaps where nothing was going on. Fortunately there was an Alexandria City cop on a Segway who kept the crowd amused by doing tricks. Then again, I’m sure the crowd in front of Murphy’s was pretty easy to amuse by that time of day.
And, of course, what’s a St. Patrick’s Day parade without…storm troopers?
After the parade we ducked into Eamonn’s chippery for a second. Bad idea, when one can’t have they’re yummy-smelling golden chips for another month, so we quickly ducked back out and went to my all-time favorite restaurant in Old Town, the Union Street Pub. Next week, when I’m bitching up a storm about having gained weight back, remind me of my dining habits this past week.
On the other hand, don’t!
The rest of the weekend was pretty low key. Dining on takeout Chinese food out of a coffee filter while sprawled the the floor of Hol’s new apartment isn’t quite the stuff of Pulitzer Prize-winning writing (although who’s to say it shouldn’t be?) and there was no race to speak of. A little cleaning, a little laundry, a little knitting. I finished up the back of Banff and cast on the front last night. I’m really on the verge of tossing this sweater into the frog pond for good. I just don’t think the shaping is going to be flattering, though I am knitting it up strictly as a lazy day sweater. I guess I’ll just keep
wasting my time plugging away at it until I make a decision. My Brooks Farm is calling to me though, trying to tempt me away from my boring knit. What to do, what to do…