Last Monday I found myself in DC again for the week for a slew of meetings. We pounded the pavement drumming up support (and hopefully dollars) for my program and I think we were fairly successful (on that first account at least). I've been making a more concerted effort to eat out with friends when I'm in town to keep myself from being a shut-in (think PJs, room service, and only 3 TV channels which only seem to show crime dramas - my least favorite genre). One night was catching up with my co-worker and partner in crime from the Dominica trip, Whitney. The next night was fabulous Mexican food with another co-worker, Preetha. After enough margaritas we ordered the "Cricket Tacos". See evidence below...

They were spicy, salty, and dare I say reminded me of crispy shredded chicken?? In all honesty, we ordered these while sober on a whim of being brave, then after margaritas and laughter decided taking pictures would be hilarious. Look closely and you can see the little legs that got caught in our teeth (I wish I could make this stuff up).
The next night was dinner with my friend Glynnis who visited us back in August and I took her out for her birthday. (see below) One of her fun friends joined us and we all had a good time laughing about the daily struggles of the working world.
Oh, and yes, that is me on the left side... you might have noticed that my hair is absurdly short. I had the misfortune of trusting a new hairstylist who's hair scared me (note to self: don't go to a stylist if her hair scares you, it foreshadows the hair cut to come). While I like how "summery" short it is, I am trying to figure out what to do with it. I miss my old stylist and have resolved to track her down.
By Friday I was ready to go home. I missed home cooking, my kitties, and Wade (not necessarily in that order!), and I was struggling to write a policy paper that a group of us are drafting. I got hood-winked into taking a stab at the first draft and found myself faced with writer's block from the horror of having everyone hate it. (special note to the reading audience: one of the group I'm working with has been quite a handful during the process and has been quite vocal in his disagreement - this has led to high blood pressure, copious amounts of swearing, and nightmares on my part) The first draft was due out to the group on Friday, but by the time my plane landed on Friday night I knew it wasn't going to happen (despite working through both my flights). So, Wade indulged the look of panic in my eyes and we packed up Saturday morning to spend the weekend at the beach house. I spent Saturday on the patio writing and tearing my hair out until I finally gave up and sent out a copy before dinner. I then promptly grabbed a beer from the fridge and hopped in the pool and proceeded to forget all about work for the weekend (see exhibit A below). We discovered an effective combination of things that when taken in copious amounts can cure whatever work crap ails you: fresh coconuts from the back yard, beer and rum, home cooking, walking the beach during a thunderstorm at sunset, vitamin D via sunshine, late night swims, and outdoor showers.

Yes, we do like our little slice of paradise.