As much as I dream about going to California, and as dead-set as I am about making that dream a reality, it’s nice to get out and be a tourist in my own town every now and then. It’s easy to look at the seemingly endless strip malls that flank some of the most major roads in the suburbs and let them define a whole region, and it’s almost unfair to denounce the city (of Baltimore) for its obvious flaws when it has too many for any one generation to fix. Not that I’m always so negative about where I live, but when you’ve been driving on the same stretches of roads and highways your whole life, you’re likely to get critical every now and then.
But spending time with people you just don’t see as often as you’d like makes you realize what you’ll be missing when you leave, no matter how exciting the next adventure is. And renting a hotel in one of the coolest neighborhoods of the city can almost make it easier to visualize yourself living there, though you have no intention of actually doing so.
Getting together with good friends last week– twice!– was a really, really healthy thing. Up until then, I’d never met up with one of my best friends (since sixth grade) at a bar. (Except for her 21st birthday. Which she still owes me for. She knows why.) And it had been ages since our trio had gotten together for a night in, so knowing that all of our man-lovers were genuinely getting along allowed for a really awesome and long bathroom session. Ladies, you know what I’m talking about. Sometimes, we just have to giggle and pee.
Celebrating John’s birthday by renting a hotel room downtown was also much-needed, and it felt strangely like an actual getaway. We walked around the historic Mount Vernon district, grabbed incredible food from a popular Afghani restaurant, and took a cab downtown for a show, stopping for late-night drinks on our way back to the room. I sound so much cooler than I actually am, which never happens! Say what you will about Baltimore, but I’m always impressed by the architecture. Walking the streets on an unseasonably warm spring night was a lot of fun, and the only negative thing I can recall was the pile of crap we just barely missed on the way to dinner.
Though I’ve talked about being an introvert and how my friends and I don’t get enough boob time together, I feel like I’m a little bit more balanced now. All is right in the world of girldom, and Baltimore’s pretty cool.