Hi chickadees, I am back in Savannah. Ended up having no time to post from my mom’s house, because I was very busy and frazzled from my hectic week of:

– meeting friends for lunch
– watching cable tv

As you can see, I took full advantage of being in the nation’s capital for an entire week! Just kidding. Actually I did go downtown, uh, twice. Once to see museums and have a vegetarian curry at Teaism and just generally enjoy the wintery urban environment – and by the way, the wintery urban thing is SO MUCH MORE FUN when you can just swan around the city being touristy, without a care in the world, than when you actually live in a place and the only time you spend in public is commuting to or from your lame “career” thing. Love the swanning around.

The other time was to have chicken tikka masala at my favorite former-neighborhood takeout joint and to meet some girlfriends for drinks. It seems that I basically am using DC for its ethnic food, yes? Luckily for me, I have a stomach of STEEL, people. It is impervious to microorganisms and curry.

For instance, when I was 20 I did the backpacking around Europe thing, with two friends (who by the end of the two weeks were no longer friends, neither to me nor to each other, but that is an entire novel that maybe someday I’ll write). They drank only bottled water and ate almost no produce. I ate every single thing that was within my reach and refilled my one water bottle at every single water fountain I passed, including the ones at the roadside truck stops we had layovers on when our bus would pass through customs.

(Yes we took a BUS around, not a train. You haven’t lived until you’ve had to try and sleep through “Father of the Bride II” dubbed in German and subtitled in French, playing as you passed between countries in the middle of the night.)

And…guess who spent the entire two weeks alternating between the two extremes of stomach impediment (I refuse to spell this out graphically), and who spent the two weeks in blissful ignorance of all things gastrointestinal! You are right!

Stomach of Steel, I say.

But anyway, as I was saying, I ate lots of ethnic food when I go home. Other than that, I really did just catch up on massive amounts of sleep and cable tv. Lifetime has a surprisingly good daytime lineup – Frasier, Will & Grace, and Golden Girls. And let’s not forget the Top Chef marathons and reruns of What Not To Wear. Yep, I watched it all.

The funniest part of being in DC was seeing the crazy wreaking havoc winter was playing on everyone’s looks. Good god! I think that is the most spoiling aspect of the mild southern winters, for sure. Being on the metro provided an up-close education on what women’s magazines are always screaming about – dry, flyaway hair (that 9 times out of 10 NEEDED TO BE TOUCHED-UP IN THE ROOT AREAS, come on let’s be honest) and scaly, red faces and hands. Funny that being back here, there’s really no evidence in peoples’ appearances that we’re in the midst of winter.

Oh, but Kat, I’m sure you look just as hot as always. I am talking about everyone else.