random: ow ow ow ow, we hate you, ow ow ow!
That would be the dialogue from my feet and legs after coming in from a friggin’ fantastic Happy Hour & Dinner with fun DC bloggers Gilahi, lacochran to say farewell to J.M. Tewkesbury* at Busboys and Poets and finding out that not just one, but both elevators are out of service.**
Walking up 7 flights of stairs, after 3 of the above cocktail and really having to pee*** is BAD MOJO. And yet somehow I know that by morning, I’ll forget that the elevators are broken and that I’m going to have to walk down the 7 flights of stairs to get to work. Oddly enough, that will feel worse. Don’t ask me how, it just will.
* And a surprising blast from the past that proves D.C. is indeed a very small place. Hi Rob!
** Gilahi even asked me over dinner if my elevators were working and I replied that one was working. I should have known it was too good to be true.
*** Yeah, yeah, I know, I should have gone before leaving the restaurant. Shut up.