I adore DC. I'm not sure I can even explain why. It's certainly not the biggest, nor most sophisticated, nor most beautiful, nor most historic, city I've ever visited but it's safe to say that it's my favorite. I can't think of a single time, ever, that I've not been happy in the city.
Today's been kind of a disjointed day. I woke up, intended to get up and run some errands before heading down here, and promptly went back to sleep (I needed it.) After I did wake up for real, I tried to go by the pet store to get things to change Elwood's water before I head out of town for a few days, but they weren't open yet. Frustration. So then I headed out towards the Metro station, and stopped by a couple other places that didn't have things I was looking for. More frustration. I thought about driving to some other places, but ended up deciding to head to the Metro instead.
I got down to St. Matthew's just barely in time to go to Confession before Mass. I was really glad that I made it, because the priest I talked to was this really sweet old guy; he almost seemed like Santa. (And he wished me a Merry Christmas! Gasp! Oh noes!*) Mass was really good, too. The priest talked about hope during his homily, which I guess also included faith on some level. He was really just emphasizing that having hope, and believing that good things can, and will, happen is such a crucial part of living a fulfilling life.
After Mass I ended up at a clothing store on Connecticut, where I found the world's cutest dress. Seriously. I love it. I almost didn't even step in the store, but I got to it after being too impatient to wait for a light to change on one block, and having to walk back to the Metro after stopping in another place farther down that block. See? DC is magic. I almost never just stumble into places anywhere else.**
Anyway, I ended up at Pentagon City where I *finally* found a Christmas present for my Mom (women are so hard to shop for) and now I have a few hours to myself for hanging out in a coffee shop and reading The Gunslinger until I meet Adam for dinner later. What seemed like it might be a super hectic day seems to have worked itself out, and tomorrow I'm driving to NY to visit Colin for a couple days.......life is so good.
*Ultra-conservative Catholics contend that this phrase, along with Christmas carols, isn't to be used before December 25th...
**I'll admit that this is probably a result of my attitude that results from me being in the city in the first place, and not from any sort of mystical character of the place. But still.
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