Ah, it’s a nice, cozy Sunday. This morning I went to Mass at St. Matthew’s downtown. The place was packed. I should’ve known, especially since this particular Mass was led by the Cardinal. Even D.C. Mayor Anthony Williams was in attendance. I don’t go to church regularly, usually just on Christmas and Easter, but it was nice to have that solemn time to stop and reflect on the meaning of the holiday. Afterwards, I ran into my good friend Adrienne, whom I haven’t seen since the Stanford days. Small world! Well, okay, I guess D.C. does have a fair number of folks with some connection to The Farm. (Right after that encounter I walked by a guy who was wearing Stanford sweatpants.) So hopefully Adrienne and I will get together sometime and catch up on old times.
From the cathedral it was just a short walk to David Greggory, where I met up with Thom for brunch. We ate dinner there a few months ago and had been meaning to check out their buffet brunch ever since. It was quite a spread. You know it’s all very extravagant when one can comment, as Thom did, that “the bison is kind of dry, but the polenta is very good.” Mmm. Isn’t a big, leisurely brunch such a civilized way to spend a Sunday morning? Seriously, I want mimosas every Sunday from now on.
We’re back home, and this gloomy weather is perfect for snuggling up in front of the TV or taking a nap. Happy Easter, kids.