Frozen (And I Don’t Mean the Disney Musical)…

Well, *that* was a weekend… Surely by now, you know that we’re fans of the Nationals around here…  So it shouldn’t come as any surprise that my Friday afternoon was spent at the ballpark, cheering on my team.  The game started at 3:00, but that was fine, because the afternoon was cloudy, so the ferocious shadows of a sunny day didn’t have a chance to compromise the game.  Alas, the Nats lost. Saturday found us back...

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The Best Sort of Theater

Make that “the best sort of ‘theatre'” because virtually every acting company in DC that has the-a-ter in its name uses the British spelling… Friday evening, we headed downtown for Studio Theatre’s (see?) production of BELLEVILLE by Amy Herzog.  Why, yes, you might have noted we shifted our subscription to Saturday matinees.  Why, yes, you might have noted that a Friday night is not a Saturday matinee.  Why, yes,...

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Take Me Out to the … Theater

Well, no one can accuse us of being one-track, here in Klaskyville!  Our weekend spliced together a bunch of our favorite things, including: On Friday, dinner at Rustico, a restaurant that is just a few blocks from the house.  We split appetizers (including the killer “Risotto Tots”, which are pretty much the perfect adult answer to Ore-Ida), I enjoyed the trout on a bed of farro, and then we split the S’more Cheesecake. ...

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Business As Usual (Baseball Edition)

So, we went to see the Nats play last night.  And it was yet another boring, hum-drum baseball game.  (Insert boring, humdrum details about weird 5:00 start, wait to get Racing President Taft bobblehead, etc.) When we got to our seats, I became a subversive agent for good.  When one climbs the stairs in our section, rows A-D can *only* be reached by turning to the right.  Rows E-N can *only* be reached to the left.  There are no signs and no...

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Notebook of Doom

So, Saturday night, we went to a baseball game, as one does. (Before that, we went to dinner, as one does.  To Medium Rare, which serves bread, salad, steak frites, and that’s it.  And we had a fantastic dinner — better than I’d expected, with perfect, salty, crisp frites that complemented the steak perfectly!) Anyway, we went to a baseball game.  And the Nationals knocked around the Brewers pitcher pretty badly in the first...

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