a fucking window washer! and i hadn't closed my curtains! i hadn't felt it was neccessary... i'm on the 16th floor, god damn it! that, coupled with the noisy shenanigans outside my door at 3am and the placard in the lobby welcoming some fucking fraternity-sorority shindig (whose members were lounging around in hordes, falsely tanned and ballcapped), has made me rather disillusioned. bitch, bitch. i will complain about anything with enough sleeplessness.
i went to the conference today. several of the classes were awesome; one was awesomely dull. it was about 85 and sunny. i decided to leave before the last session and take a stroll. edgar allan poe's grave, at westminster chapel, is about 6 blocks from my hotel. people have put pennies along every ledge of his tombstone. i had no pennies, so i put a nickel in the R.
there is something odd about seeing your shadow cast over a gravesite.
parts of baltimore are gorgeous... like, "i could live here if x, y, and z were different." in other words, i don't know if i ever would live here, but it's lovely. the architecture is ancient and the trees are blooming. front steps abut the sidewalks. it feels like an actual fucking city, unlike the prissy placidity of seattle. and men are pleasantly lascivious here. i have been hit on more times in the past 12 hours than in the 7 years i have lived in the northwest. as a demographic sidenote: they were all non-caucasian, cheerily polite, and smiled widely. and i, dumb girl, smiled back. it is nice to be told i am beautiful and that "i should let my husband know someone thinks his girl is FINE."
little italy is especially picturesque. the streets were deserted, though. the only things open were restaurants with bored workers staring out the windows. and a lot of property is vacant here. a LOT.
it reminds me, almost, of new orleans.
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