So here's the thing about October in the District.
It feels a little bit like cheating.
Early in the month I unwadded my scarves, fretting about the certain frost soon to come. But then pleasant day followed pleasant day, and I continue to wear gray v-necks unshrouded in any additional layers. My scarves have become re-wadded in that space between my bed and the wall and all in all I feel like October deserves a medal.
During my visit to Utah mid-September, leaves were already starting to change. Out here we're mid-October and the green is holding steady.
Other October
(couldn't do it even for the sake of alliteration)
+ Arlington for the evening
+ my favorite riverside view. evenings feature excessively aggressive ducks and/or yachts.
+ I can't believe it's taken me so long to eat at one of José Andres's restaurants. Who am I kidding. Of course I can believe it. Because 2 ounces of food will cost you an elbow and a knee. BUT. JALEO??! WORTH IT. I am sold on tapas.
Keep on keepin on, October baby!
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