Nana's Valentine Mart, Mintwood Place, and Weekend Fun

As a Mount Pleasant resident, I'm so sad that Nana is closing the brick & mortar shop. I loved having them in the neighborhood. You never know what you had till it's gone, eh? They threw a fun Valentine's-themed pop-up on Saturday (as written about in R29) with jewelry, cards, hipster accoutrement, and live music. What a charming scene!

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The stenciled, hand-painted fabrics from DC Etsy seller Printed Wild totally won me over. A little cosmetic bag came home with me — more on that later! Didn't purchase anything for anyone else, only Valentine's Day presents for myself. 

I chatted with the employee who rung up my purchase, and she said Nana has the space till the end of February, so there will be one last hurrah party in Mount Pleasant. But Nana will keep doing similar pop-up marts around the city, which is something fun to add to your calendars this spring. And this is complete scuttlebutt, but I heard a gourmet grocer might be coming to the Nana space. We shall see.

On Friday, I headed one neighborhood over to Adams Morgan for a Restaurant Week dinner with friends at the much-hyped, Obama-approved Mintwood Place. Wouldn't it be crazy to pick out the DC places where the President goes for date nights? I'm pretty sure Obama isn't constantly refreshing his food blog reader, so someone must have that job. "Barry, the kids on Yelp are going crazy for the escargot hushpuppies at this place."

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Anyway, big thanks to my friend Carolyn who scored us the reservation. She's so with it. I took note of the globe light fixtures at Mintwood, after reading on Eater that ne'er do wells keep stealing them. People are so weird. The City Paper too just ran an article about how apparently everyone pockets copper mugs in restaurants. What? If you frequent PX and Bar Pilar, you can afford to buy your own dang mugs. I guess people will steal anything that's not nailed down, or even if it is nailed down, in the case of the light fixtures.

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This one inside Mintwood Place is safe though, phew! We loved the atmosphere, and all four courses of our meal lived up to the hype, as Carolyn's boyfriend Alex noted. I was partial to the burrata and kale starter and the baked Alaska. Can't wait to go back! Even a cocktail at the bar would be fun.

After dinner, I made Joe watch the film "The Loneliest Planet." It has Gael García Bernal in it, Cup of Jo blogged about it, and it involves a couple dealing with a fluke encounter on a hiking trip that shakes their entire relationship. Sounds interesting, right?

Well, to give you an idea of how snail's pace slow this film was, there would be a wide shot of the couple hiking starting in one corner of the tv screen and then you'd watch the entirety of their walk to the other side of the screen. I felt I could go to the bathroom and return and they still wouldn't have reached the television's right side.

With the last scene, I told Joe, "Sorry to make you watch this. I thought it would be a little more fast-paced than people taking down a tent in real time."

"It's OK. They're actually pretty quick at taking down the tent, I'll give them that," he said.

So the landscape was beautiful, but you could compress the action into about five minutes. I'm alright with slow movies, but this felt like it never built to anything and people didn't talk about things like normal humans. Also, the girl annoyed me. OK, rant over. Have you seen it? Am I showing my gnat-like attention span or do you agree? It got good reviews. I suppose I prefer more of a plot and dialogue.

Those are my weekend highlights. I also watched "Couples Retreat," which is a sentence I never ever thought I'd write. That one was not my pick. 

Last Cross Race 2012

I mentioned earlier in the year that Joe and our friend Alex have been getting into cyclo-cross bike racing. I went to their first race in the fall and just went to their last race of the season this past weekend. Their biking has improved by leaps and bounds over these past few months. And this sport is no joke. Jumping over barriers, running with your bike up hills, possibly crashing into hay barrels. I get tired just as a spectator.

I think my cheering abilities have improved too. I have a cowbell that I listlessly ring now, as I'm freezing on the sidelines at 7 a.m.

Here's Joe ringing the cowbell.

There's never an ambulance parked outside by tennis matches. Just saying.

The races have a really fun atmosphere. AKA there's sometimes free beer. No, seriously, this one in Reston went all out, with tons of people and babies and dogs milling about.

We saw this from far away and Joe said, "Those dogs look like goats."

That's because they are goats! A volunteer from nearby Frying Pan Farm Park took them for a stroll. I didn't know goats would walk on leashes. This changes everything.

Santa made an appearance.

As did this incredibly creepy Jack Skellington-looking creature. You can't really see here, but it was a man with a white facemask and skintight tuxedo.

Not a Wilderness Expert

Photo via Rock Creek Park's Facebook

It's been so freakishly warm out, that yesterday I decided I needed to take advantage of this 70 degree December day and run outside. I live right near Rock Creek Park and there is a little trail near my house that I ran on a few times in the summer. I set out at 4 p.m. wearing shorts with only my keys and my Shuffle. I usually bring my phone, but I was only going to be gone for 30 minutes so why bother.

I got on the trail and noticed that the fallen leaves had obscured the path in some places. I must've gotten really engrossed my Cut Copy playlist, and taken a wrong turn. Suddenly the trail was headed through a ravine and fallen trees, which didn't seem right but I plunged ahead. I navigated down a giant hill, over fallen trees, then back up the other side, slipping in the leaves in running shoes. Then I realized this wasn't right at all. And the sun was starting to set.

I didn't want to be on the path at night, so I got off into a neighborhood in Cleveland Park, but I had no idea how to get back to the bridge I ran over. And no idea where I was. It made me realize how dependent I am on my iPhone map. I just ran for awhile until I bumped into a friendly dog walker who suggested I get back on the trail and it was just a few lefts back to Mount Pleasant. So I got back on the trail at dusk, which is exactly what I didn't want to do.

Stumbling through the brush, trying not to trip over branches and trying to ignore the sound of something else crashing through the leaves, I didn't feel any closer to getting home. Joe and I had just watched that documentary, Touching the Void, where a mountain climber is alone with a broken leg in a crevasse. I'd be lying if I said I didn't think of that. True, I was lost alone in a scrubby park in the middle of the city, and the climber was in the Andes in Peru, but still.

I ran by one bridge, but it wasn't the one I ran over, so I got back on the trail. Then I saw the bridge, but I was up above it, so I got off the trail and navigated down the hill, stumbling out of the forest onto Beach Drive like a confused Bigfoot in running clothes.

That bridge was still not the one I ran over, and now it was completely dark and panic was setting in. If anyone can get totally lost and fearing for her life in the middle of an urban park, it's me, apparently. But all was not lost!  I begged a girl walking with her bike for directions and she was so nice and walked with me out of the park. She was an angel! Somehow by the time I reached civilization, I ended up in upper 16th Street by all the churches, TWO HOURS later. I was lost for two hours. Egads.

Weekend Notes

This is the DC Miso ramen from Sakuramen, Adams Morgans' answer to Toki Underground. Do you see why it's DC-inspired? I'll give you a minute.

OK, time's up. The pork belly is the reflecting pool, there's a Washington Monument, and the little radish is a cherry blossom. How cute, huh? My waiter explained all of this to me, or else I would've just devoured it without noticing.

So besides a ramen trip, this weekend I helped set up for a photoshoot that my company is working on today, went to two of my roommate's yoga classes, visited Buffalo Billiards twice in one weekend which is strange. I also went to LIV's Fatback dance party, a soul/funk/oldies/90s party where people dance like crazy. After all these years, it's still fun and still crazy crowded! I ended up dancing next to a former coworker, which is always funny. He was there for the same birthday party that brought me there too.

Also filed under coincidences/birthday parties, on Friday I headed to my friend Carolyn's surprise party at Buffalo Billiards. The bus took forever to show up at the bus stop, and there was only one other guy standing next to me waiting. He was carrying a large sheet cake. I get to the party after eating a quick dinner, and there's that same guy. We were both heading to the same place! I saw him and thought immediately, "Awesome, there will be cake."

Busy Weekend: H Street Festival and Cyclocross

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I'd never been able to go to the H Street Festival, much to my chagrin, but the dates aligned this year and I made it out this Saturday.  I always get so excited for festivals, but when I get there and people are shoving past me and I'm waiting 20 minutes for a crappy gyro, I wonder why I was so excited for this.  Is this really a good time?

Nah, it was.  Perhaps the fact that the H Street Festival was so crowded means it is victim of its own success.  Even though I only lasted with the crowds for a few hours, I'm glad I went out and saw what there is to see.

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Click the link for more H Street Festival pictures and Joe's new biking adventure!

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Namely, art cars.  Peace.

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Could it be?  I think it is!  We meet again, weird car.

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The Taylor Gourmet sub-eating contest was by far my favorite part of the afternoon (second favorite: snagging a table outside at Granville Moore's).  Can you guess the who tied for the win?  Hint, it's the men who look like they are really and truly going for this, personal health be damned.  Props to you, gentlemen! A Black Eyed Peas album provided the soundtrack for the contest, strangely enough.  "Can you meet me halfway....Dirty bit...I wanna rock right now."

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Another exciting part of the contest: the emcees hurled Taylor's subs into the crowd, each with a $5 gift card attached.  They made excellent projectiles.  Everyone could not have been more excited about this development, and with my hands outstretched to the heavens, I tried to lock eyes with the sub thrower and will him to toss a breaded chicken sub my way.  It would've made up for the crappy gyro and everything would've been right with the universe.  We almost got one, but almost ain't good enough.

And the next day, I woke up before 6 a.m. to drive with Joe and our friend Alex to their very first cyclo-cross competition ever.  "Woke up" might be an overstatement.  I stumbled into the backseat and fell back asleep, only to wake up in a field on the PA/MD border.

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Have you heard of cyclo-cross? I hadn't.  It's almost like a steeplechase.  As you can see here, there's a twisty course set up in the grass that includes barriers that riders have to hop or carry their bikes over, and hills they may have to carry their bikes up.  Joe can explain more, I'm sure.

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One day I hope to have a dog I can bring to these events.  I could play with the dog instead of sitting in a chair reading the Blake Lively/Ryan Reynolds issue of People magazine.

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Alex said I was the worst spectator ever.  I did cheer.  On occasion.  No one else was cheering and I felt weird.  Next time I will bring a cowbell and ring it victoriously.  Even this baby being toted around by his armpits had a cowbell.

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Kids get in on the cyclo-cross action too!  Their race is called the "Lil' Belgians" race.  Love those lil' Belgians!  Drinking beer is another big cyclo-cross tradition, but we wondered if we could in good conscience drink our beer while watching the kids' races.

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Here's part of the hills on the course.

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Another big hill that was impossible to ride up.  We watched two riders crash hard on this hill.  One was splayed out on the ground, laying still for a moment.  He must've gotten the wind knocked out of him.  Thank goodness, he seemed ok.

As a spectator, this sport looked really tough.  I'm so proud of Joe and Alex for finishing their first race, they were awesome!  Everyone finished and no broken bones, and that's what I was rooting for the whole time.  Silently, and without a cowbell.  Next time, I will make this right — I'm pricing them right now on Amazon.  Stay tuned!