we are the evidence.

Mr. Smith's: Affordable and dreamy bar/restaurant in the heart of Georgetown (I've been going there a lot, haven't I?). We sat on the patio and talked to our waiter about Nepal. There was also a "Wine Burger" on the menu that was $999. We asked him if it was a joke. He said no. We asked if anyone had ever ordered it. He said no.

 Favorite picture from the Natural History Museum. We downloaded this app called "Meanderthal" that blends your face with a face of the earlier human species. I will spare you the results- let's just say that I'm grateful for evolution.

 Went out for a wonderful Saturday brunch at this place called Lavagna with Alex and a few others. I got pancakes with honey Nutella butter and mascarpone. Oh, and also a bottomless mimosa. Dangerous but so satisfying. We (okay, maybe just I) decided that we're going to call ourselves the Bitches Who Brunch from now on. I'm probably a little too excited about this name. There are original Bitches Who Brunch (they gave Lavagna an A+)...so maybe we can be the pseudo-BWB? Discuss.

Powerful image at the Museum of the American Indian today. I was talking to my friend about how  museums have such a solemn and sad quality. They are filled with objects that define a group of people - objects that used to mean a lot to someone and maybe still have a lot of meaning for people today - yet they're displayed behind glass walls and mounted on frames as if they're in a graveyard. It's like looking at a ship inside a bottle.