Monuments.

I’ve been having a very Baltimore existence lately. Went to see the Washington Monument get lit up Thursday, for one thing. I admit that I almost pooped in my pants when they set off the fireworks at the end of the countdown. Really. I thought someone got shot or something. And no, I didn’t realize why we were all crowded on the West side of the statue, the only place not on fire later.

Been getting to see a lot of the city on foot, which is great. I love Baltimore best on foot. Even over on a bike.

I know a lot of people think/know that Cafe’ Hon is not exactly the “real” Baltimore, and I suppose I should resent it a little, as it perpetrates its authenticity less than a block from where I grew up “authentically” in Baltimore. But first, I don’t want to get into a “who’s more Baltimore” pissing contest. I have my funny OHs and Ds that should be Ts, and I don’t think it’s worth trying to prove who’s more…whatever you want to call the Hon-saying Baltimore. Second, I like the Hon, especially the bar.

Anyway, part of the Baltimoreness lately is a visit to Cafe’ Hon tomorrow with my mother-in-law, the first visit to the restaurant since I’ve been living back here. The last time I was at the bar was post-wedding last month, and we were all dressed up — which made me self-conscious. Not that the Hon Bar is not a dressy place, just that I am not a dressy guy, and I don’t like to walk around that way more than I have to usually. Or maybe I was just drunk from the wedding, which I doubt but really should have been with my being a lightweight drinker these days and how much I actually drank, etc. Whatever. Enough about drinking. I need to find a job in a few months.