It was a dark and overcast morning with light rain which was a pleasant change (for me) from the oppressive humidity since I arrived in DC. Plus I finally got to use the raincoat I packed. Stuck to my morning routine, using up the breakfast food I’d bought. Maybe I’ll do a blog post on ‘how I travel.’ Hit the 9:30 Dupont meeting: topic was defiance – I realized I’m still defiant in some settings i.e. opting for ‘it’ as a pronoun.
After the meeting I went directly to Ted’s Bulletin to avoid the lunch rush. Took a pile more of photos: as if don’t have enough already 🙂 No seating issue this time. Ordered the Big Breakfast, enjoyed the pot of coffee, totally lusted for the waiter. Took more photos. Directly back to the hotel for a bathroom break & wondered what to do next.
Onto the metro & down (I think it was down as I still don’t know downtown from uptown in DC). Go figure because I can’t. Down to Union Station for this years look around. Tried to pee in one of the washrooms but it was too busy for a pee-shy guy like me. Looked in shops, nothing spoke to my wallet. Found another washroom & got a stall when I relaxed enough for relief. More looking around. Took a few pics but I have enough from past years.
Back to Dupont where I took a video of going up the escalator – a 2 minute trip – here it is – going up isn’t as vertigo inducing as going down (the elevator I mean). It is a slow carnival ride, that at one point changes angle by .5 degrees. Relaxed, meditated, waiting for housekeeping to do it’s thing so I could take a shower. Next to tart packing for my departure in the morning. I’ll be glad to sleep in my own bed.
My first two days here have been a bit cool for DC but that changed today – thanks to my Ultra Sheer 110 sunscreen I gave brave the rays without looking I’m wearing clown white 🙂 Another good night’s sleep – no haunting footsteps to disrupt the rem. Though perhaps my sleep was too deep for me to hear them.
After my healthy breakfast, some readings I went over the 9:30 ‘Top Of The Morning’ meeting at the Dupont Club. The luck of the visitor finally caught up to me – as the sole out-of-towner I got asked to do the lead. Share for15 minutes & set a topic. Told enough of my story to qualify & then talked about getting lost & trust. Went well enough – let’s face it poetry audiences toughen one up.
Back to the hotel for pit stop & braved the Metro to Union Station. Didn’t get lost, took the right train. Made myself have a decent meal – Thursday was mainly some snacks – so for lunch I orange chicken with rice & mixed veggies. Filling & I’m sure the mixed broccoli & cabbage are good for me. Bought a few souvenirs: hoodie, hankie & hat – & was back to the hotel by 1:15. Time to relax, meditate, check my email & then decided what to wear of the start of Fire Friday night.
One has to strike the right balance between trying to pull focus from the stunning trans, the vibrant host, the funky asexuals & the neo-hippies & disappearing into some sort of Mr. Rogers nice-old-codger garb. At least at Fire I don’t have to worry about scaring the straights 🙂 I’ve settled on red, yellow & gold – not too brash but with enough flat that people will know I’m there. At these events it never pays to out-dress the performers. Though there a few I wouldn’t mind undressing.
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Monday June 6 was my first day in DC to do nothing – no tours were booked, no dates were set up, no alarm was set but I did wake up at my usual time anyway. Sadly the a/c in my hotel room is so noisy I have to choose between sort of cool air or music. Other than that Embassy Inn has proved to be a good hotel. Like every hotel I’ve stayed in, hotel maids find it impossible to understand the request – please don’t make the bed. So every day when I do get back I spend five minutes undoing their hard bed making work.My only tentative plan for the day was to check out Union Station. Dipping myself in 110 sunblock I walked over to DuPont Circle & took the Metro – after a couple of trips now I’m feeling more confident on the Red line. Just like TTC transit times are affected by track work delays & users grumble. The system must be wifi ready as lots of people were texting away on various devices.Union Station (google for real facts) is hub for trains & buses & the many tours of the city. The grand hall is spectacular, columns & imposing statues. Three floors of shopping, dining & of course train platforms. Only ticket holders get as far as those platforms. I took enough pictures to satisfy me. I checked a couple of gift shops looking for the ideal DC tank top – nothing 😦 I did run into Jason Sniderman, one of the Sparkle features & he actually recognized me. We chatted a bit about Fire, the history of paper & the book as a souvenir. A sweet fluke of timing. Before I left I did pick up at the Post Office a mailer for sending some stuff back to TO.A successful return to DuPont circle, stop for a cold drink, back to the hotel to pack the chap books & poetry collections I had purchased. I’ll have to wait until next week to start reading those. googled nearest PO & it was 14th by the DC Centre. Another dip into 110 sunblock & added my sun cloth – it fits under my hat to cover my neck & ears. What’s more foolish? the cloth or the skin cancer it helps me avoid?
Once my package was mailed (apparently the only DC package I’ll get to open this year, if you catch my drift), I found a shady bench & did a bit of writing. Fire ideas that had to be worked on a little. Back to the hotel once again for real rest up. Unmade the maid made bed, mediated, slept, re-dipped in sunblock & out at 5. Grabbed pizza slices & hit another meeting at the DuPont Circle Club. Enjoy the unison saying of the steps & happy this meeting ended with only the Serenity Prayer. Heat had abated somewhat but more than muggy enough for me. Happy to get back to hotel, undress, take a shower. Transcribed the Fire workshop stuff & some of it is fine & none of it is showing off. Chatted on line with a couple of local lads but no one was willing to go further than chat. Finally crawled into my unmade bed & fell asleep nearly instantly.
one of the workshop prompts was the describe, in seven minutes, the perfect date & include time, setting, food:
front porch six p.m.
grass freshly mown
lilacs in bloom
rain an hour ago
he five minutes late
porch fan rotating
keeping my heels cool
pineapple on one half
bacon on the other
weather talked about
sweat damp calves
not so timid touching
not so tentative kissing
pizza arrives at seven
shorts tugged off
in the kitchen
the counter the right height
pizza eaten at midnight