Week 1

It has been over a week since I have been in D.C. Most of last week I spent searching for a place to live.After numerous posts on Craigslist, a flurry of e-mails, and a number of awkward house/room inspections I have finally settled on a place in Friendship Heights with a 63 year old professor named Jerry. Prior to moving in with Jerry I stayed with Jim, my step-father's half-sister, Kathy and her husband, Eddie. I cannot tell you how much I appreciated their hospitality as I looked for a place to live. At no time did I feel pressured to leave, and simply having some support structure there was a added comfort that I sorely missed (unconsciously) when I first arrived in Freiburg, Germany.
I moved into the room at Jerry's house this past Saturday July 11th, 2009. On Sunday I did some work on the new blog design, and searched for a Mongolian festival, which I could not find after hours of effort (From my perspective, if I could not find the festival I must not have missed much). Instead, I chose to find the a bar. I have heard lots of people here in D.C. discuss this bar, but none so aptly as Chris from Tacoma's Red Hot --After receiving numerous e-mails about the new, amazing selection that the Red Hot had just received I reluctantly asked Chris to stop taunting me. He generously complied and shared with me a story about a bar in D.C. with 40 beers on tap, and over a thousand beers in bottle. From this description I set my path, only to be disappointed two metro stops and a bus ride later when I discovered the bar was closed...