Time for another blog post already?! I thought I’d do a little picture post about Sakura Matsuri in Washington, DC on 4 April 2009. I have to say, it was so incredibly crowded, it was barely any fun. I had to push my way to tables to see what the vendors had and waited in line for nearly an hour for lunch!
After we spent several hours there, we went to the Tidal Basin to look at the Japanese cherry blossom trees, given to the US government from the Japanese government in the 1910s. I have to say, I hate tourists. Never mind that they were taking entire branches from the trees, never mind that they were blocking entire walkways, never mind that nearly every time I tried to take a picture some Indian guy would spot me, run into my frame and take a picture, ruining mine. Needless to say, while it was nice, Andy & I plan to go back later this week sans annoying-as-fuck tourists 
A less controversial post today! 
Maybe make you feel less uncomfortable by talking about my Jew-yness and fear of calories
I am, essentially speaking, 1/2 Jewish. This is purely ethnic, though- I was raised Episcopalian 
Apparently I’m pretty damn Jewish, though ’cause all my life I’ve hated pork (though I have to admit I 
pepperoni pizza!) and apparently I remind family members of my very Jewish great- grandmother. I also prefer to buy kosher goods but I’ve never been able to explain why… Also, Jewish friends from the time I was a kid up to present times have dubbed me their “honorary Jewish” friend 
& before my nose job (partially reconstructive for my cleft & partially cosmetic) I had a giant Jew + Native American bump on my nose. Thank god that’s gone! 
(Also, note the frizzy brown hair to stereotype, LOL)
Anyways
So today I was doing some grocery shopping and there’s a giant Jewish section there (there’s a pretty big Jewish community in Northern Virginia) & I was delighted to find they had some macaroons on sale! Add to this, they’re kosher & banana split- flavoured! 
Remember how I used to do posts about going out on the weekends? I’d write these novellas on whatever debauchery I got into. Fun times! 
Today I thought I’d write one of those posts! There wasn’t any debauchery, though. Just me getting insanely high and meeting some friends at a local “Irish pub” for a “girl’s night out.” I’ll post 3 pictures friend E took, too! 
Sooo… since I’ve gotten married, I’ve felt like I can’t really go out. Especially without Andy. I guess ’cause I’m pretty damn insecure sometimes and I have a tendency to project emotions I’d have on to him. Like if he wanted to go out with “the boys” I’m sure I’d be super lonely and worried the whole time. (I also have trust issues 
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Well, anyways, we talked about it and he’s perfectly fine with me going out once in a while (he’d probably have a problem if I wanted to go out every weekend. Though I wouldn’t ’cause I can’t afford it and I don’t have the energy, lol) so I decided to go for it!
First my friends and I were going to go to a gay club and get our dance on. Then my friend S’ sister stole her credit card and laptop because she borrowed her space heater. Most excellent. And that, my dears, is how we ended up at the Irish pub.
When we first got there, it was a bunch of old people. It didn’t bother me, though ’cause I was high as a kite and lovin’ life. Seriously, the whole night I was so happy. Friend E kept laughing at me ’cause I kept saying over and over, I’m just so happy guys! This is the best! 
While there, some pictures were taken & after the cut are the 3 that I am in. I put green hearts over my friends’ faces in case they don’t want them up on the internets. Can you see my bloodshot eyes? In the last picture I’m smiling really big & Andy goes, “Why do you have that fake smile?” to which I replied, “Oh no, that’s totally real. I was so happy!” 
