U ST.

We found a place for my friend Chanona to live. It was certainly a funny and interesting experience actually; the amount of people that false advertise is insane. One bedroom, fully furnished, lots of sunlight = living room with a curtain for "privacy". I wish I had a picture of one place we went to, that was a total shit hole (please excuse my french). Tiny, dirty, cigarette butts everywhere, whole in the wall, for $1550 a month! The kitchen was so disgusting the renter said that instead of using the space, one should just use the 'Whole foods' down the block as your own "personal fridge", um ok. How about one lives there too, because this place is UNINHABITABLE.

The place we eventually found is awesome, so great that I was ready to move in there myself, if only I could have transported it to Arlington somehow. It's actually on U Street, which is described by the NY Times as "jazzy, laid-back and the center of urban nightlife"--quite a good match for my fellow Mexican. It was unfurnished, but the owner promised to furnish it within the week.

I love three day weekends and 4 day work weeks, it makes a huge difference. I'm telling you about last weekend and this weekend is already within arms reach. This week has certainly tested my event planning skills, as I had three back to back shindigs to organize. If anyone needs assistance choosing chafing dishes or grilled haloumi vs calamata olive sphereification, I'm your girl.

Last weekend, when we were not playing the apartment hunting game, we went to see Midnight in Paris, the new Woody Allen movie and I highly recommend it. The idea of Owen Wilson and Rachel McAdams in a Woody Allen movie confused me at first, but it worked out quite nicely.

I do not think that I should be writing this at 10:03pm, way past my bedtime and I am beginning to doze off into my keyboard. When you read this, I will most likely be dreaming about prosciutto purses and potato-zucchini pancakes.

29 days until we are in the 305.

P.S: I know that I complain about this a lot, but can someone please explain to me why the DC metro breaks down 4 times more often than the NYC metro?