I spent the day in bed. And no, it was not fun.
I caught a terrible cold and while the rest of the world was productive, I whined to friends about how unwell I was. Thank you, gchat!
I'm a pain in the rear when I don't feel well.
Later that evening, I felt better, so I agreed to meet Ms. MG! for a quick meal at Potbelly. She was the first person I had seen all day, so of course, I talked her ear off.
We talked about a bizarre episode in which a person drove a car down 13th st NW and destroyed a bunch of other cars to the point where some cars were torn from their axles. It was insane!
I don't understand why someone would purposefully drive through a neighborhood and destroy so much property.
So here's where the 'what the hell' comes into play:
As I was walking home from my lovely dinner, I noticed a lot of police officers sitting around in squad cars. Marked cars. Unmarked cars. I started to get a little uncomfortable.
The weather is much cooler than it has been; people seemed less annoyed at the world on upper 14th street NW.
And then as I started to cross the street at Newton and and the police lights started to flash. The Vice cops came out. They were wearing kevlar vests and gloves and they seemed like they meant business.
I was wearing jeans, a tank top and flip flops and I was carrying a Target bag.
I wasn't prepared for a showdown.
I started walking faster down the street and I hurried from the scene, not looking back. I was like Lot leaving Sodom and Gomorrah. I think that something was about to go down.
Perhaps it didn't, but I didn't want to be around if something did happen.
I know that this neighborhood isn't perfect and that I'm a new part of it, but the vice cops?
I don't know that I know my neighborhood that well. I don't know that I know anything that well.
(And Madame Blue Dog! Welcome back. And I can't believe that your brother's not married yet.)