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April 11, 2005
Red of nose and warm of heart
My nose is sunburnt and there are raw spots rubbed on the top of my feet from the first sandal-outing of the season -- it must be that spring is upon us! And that, friends, is a fact worth celebrating.
I spent the weekend in D.C., catching up with, among others, the lovely Debbie and the marvelous Katherine. Debbie has a fantastic, giant new apartment with a whole sunroom-slash-guest bedroom, so I stayed in luxurious surroundings. The weekend was a lovely exercise in seeing old friends and reuniting with the longlost, and in soaking up the sun that did such damage to my nose, cheekbones and scalp. I was a lovely two days, filled with sunshine, trees in bloom, flowers perfuming the air, and all the lovely D.C. nooks and crannies I used to call home. Blake, who had spent Friday in New York, may be coming to Washington Heights next year for a grad program -- so with any luck I will be seeing a lot more of him! I got to meet up with Kevin in Dupont Circle (in fact, I blame him utterly for the scalp burn, I spent too much time talking to him and Jim in the Circle watching the flag dancer and swing dancers and the various other flamboyancies). It was wonderful to see him again after so long -- and yet have it seem as though it hadn't. As Kevin and I agreed, people don't change, which is why it can be so gratifying seeing old friends.
And why, despite 24 years experience that mean I should know better, I have a burnt nose to remember my trip by.
Posted by Jen at April 11, 2005 09:16 PM
Comments
This is why I would advise avoiding the sun at all costs. It's worked well for me and my nose is all the better for it.
Just a suggestion.
Posted by: Nate at April 13, 2005 09:54 AM
I'm sorry to hear of your sunburn, Jen. Will it improve your spirits to know that Jim and I are both enduring sunburnt noses?
Also, "flamboyancies?" Good Lord.
Posted by: Kevin at April 13, 2005 01:55 PM
Jen, look I found your blog! You failed to mention the banjo and kazoo players who also "added" to the joyous atmosphere of Dupont Circle that day. Tell your boyfriend to come to China where everybody is afraid of the sun and keeps commenting on how lovely and "white" my skin is. good lord, indeed.
Posted by: Debbie at April 22, 2005 04:37 AM