Where C-SPAN is the local TV news
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Thursday, April 13, 2006
THE LONG WALK Next time you're in the Beltway, why not take the Arlington-Georgetown-Foggy Bottom-Dupont-U Street-Columbia Heights walking tour?  That's what I did last night, leaving work (more on the new gig at another time) a little after 5:00 p.m. a few blocks southwest of that big number... 1) ...in the bottom corner. North I went, first across the Key Bridge, through winds and above a fleet of rowing crews, to M Street in Georgetown. Right near that 2) ...is where I met up with NFLL, who was getting off work about that time. NFLL, sometimes known as NeoConry, is moving out of the Brookland ghetto in Northeast and next month is relocating to another ghetto just a few blocks from me. We kept heading east, into Foggy Bottom and then up through the so-called Golden Triangle (more of a development ploy than a true neighborhood) and up to the Big Hunt, just south of Dupont Circle and right next to the... 3) ...toward the middle. We'd aimed to run into Conry's roommate Brandon along M, but just as we were getting to Big Hunt, he got a call from Brandon -- whom we'd somehow missed and had just arrived at 31st & M, somewhere near that 2). But we were at the bar. So we drank West Coast beers, Brandon and Rep. Jack Kingston's future biographer joined, and everyone ordered burgers. I also saw ninety seconds of "American Idol" with the sound off — heretofore my longest exposure to this wildly non-obscure broadcast. By about 9:00 p.m. Kingston's Boswell and I pushed off, heading northwest along New Hampshire, where at the... 4) ...we ran into a recent former boss of mine. He was on the way back from checking out the house he'd bought about three blocks from me (one reason I refuse to move to a nicer apartment is that while this area may be undergoing a hip transplant now, it's thisclose to be the only place to be), and as we approached each other on the nighttime sidewalk, it was clear we were both doing the standard Hey, isn't that... glance without trying to disturb the other person, just in case it isn't the person you think it is. Lucky for us, it was. By the time we parted ways, it was now about 9:45, and... 5) ...we picked up the reporter's car outside his place and drove up to... 6) ...my place just in time for the instantly legendary second installment of South Park's continuing war against its own television network. About which, see below. |
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