At about 2:30pm I started getting the most insane craving for Cafe Phillips’ tuna salad, so I finally gave in and just walked down to the 12th & E location to beg the nice lady cleaning up the lunch selections to please pretty please dig some out for me.
Next door at Washington Wine & Liquor there’s a huge line snaking around, as has been the case for the past couple of days, filled with eager-eyed hopefuls buying Powerball tickets. In case you’ve been under a rock, the pot is currently at $340 million.
I almost succumbed and bought one myself, the hysteria, ah, excitement, was so palpable. But I didn’t. It’s never someone like me who wins, always some old fogey out in the sticks. And they always buy only one ticket, and it’s from a run-down Mom-n-Pop shop out in the boonies. Sigh…
(Of course having written this, I’m convinced now someone will win from that store!!)
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
As one of the founding editors of We Love DC, Jenn’s passions are theater and cocktails. After two decades in the city, she’s loved every quirky, mundane, elegant, rude minute of her DC life. A proud advocate for DC’s talented drinks scene, she’s judged the Corcoran Gallery of Art’s ARTINI contest, the DC Rickey Month contest, the Jefferson Hotel’s Quill Cocktail competition, and is a founding member of LUPEC DC. A graduate of Catholic University’s drama program, she toured the country as a member of National Players, and has been both an actor and a costume designer before jumping the aisle to theater criticism. Writing for We Love DC restored her happiness after a life-threatening illness, and she’s grateful to you, dear readers. Send your suggestions to jenn (at) welovedc (dot) com and follow her on Twitter.
