Friday evening, I attend the Jazz concert in the National Gallery Sculpture Garden. The scene was out in full force with every patch of grass covered with lively 20 somethings pouring wine into plastic cups, snacking on ham and cheese, and dipping their feet in the shallow fountain while palavering - just loud enough to be understood over the Jazz - about "how great it was to be Friday." I'm going again this Friday, bringing wine, and I'm sure I'll be happy that it's Friday.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
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