A.G.E's Joint

 It's Saturday night and I just got back. A stack of receipts are next to the printer on the right side of the desk. A testament of being a little Footloose. I discovered the Road to Nowhere is the I-95,295,395,495 interchange spanning the Potomac River. Old Town Alexandria is far superior to National Harbor. The Hope Diamond isn't quite as spectacular as advertised. The DC Mall is fabulous to hike in 70 degree weather. My wife is getting better at keeping up.  Annapolis is worth a day trip. Even though I dealt with rush hour traffic through the 700 miles on the way home. I'm glad I went. Crab Cakes are the bomb. 

“Who locked the door to the bathroom?” It took a second, but I realized I’d walked into the linen closet again. You would think after three days, I would be able to maneuver in the dark. I have been here before, you would think I’d remember the layout. I could have said jet lag, but there wasn’t any even on the first day. I guess I’ll blame on the wine again. It’s as good scapegoat as any. I found my way to where I needed to be and did my business. It wasn’t worth going back to bed, so I padded into the kitchen to fire up some coffee. The place was nice enough, 10th floor in Crystal City with the Rosslyn skyline across the tracks. One bedroom with a nice bath set up. She even remembered the Old Spice for me in the toiletries. It was kind of noisy, though. Train traffic providing an almost magic fingers vibration through the building. I was surprised Jane let me stay, but she wanted to be at the Old Town row house, if for no other reason as to keep control of the “festivities”. T...