This morning, I woke up, cut on the news, and was saddened by the first image I saw on the screen. There was Eastern Market, the historic vendor marketplace in Capitol Hill, being destroyed by a raging inferno. The flames were so dangerous that firefighters could not even enter the building until they were partially contained from the outside.
It affected me because that is one of my favorite places in the city to go on a nice spring or summer day. Where else can you haggle for relatively affordable one of a kind gift ideas, and also flirt with beautiful Earthy women? You know, the ones with flowing locs and prety smiles like Vanessa Williams from Soul food. The ones smelling like the little oils they bought from the Muslim guy walking around with incense sticks protruding from every conceivable storage place on his body, including his socks.
Oh yeah, if you run into that incense guy, please don’t buy anything that he has to reach below waist level to sell you. There…I had to warn you. That way, you can’t come to me saying “Why did the guy from your blog entry sell me some incense that smells like butt crease?!” If you buy butt-floss flavored incense, that’s totally on you.
Back on topic, I really hope that there is enough of the building left to salvace and repair. It’s been there for 135 years, and these last 6 or so that I’ve known about it, I’ve come to really like it. I was actually planning on stopping by there yesterday afternoon, but I decided to watch playoff basketball and be lazy. Had I known that it might have been my last chance to go, I would have definitely done that instead of watch Chicago whip Miami into submission.
Then, a little later this morning, I found out that a friend of mine lost her brother in law. It was a shock, because he appeared to be in very good shape, and he was relatively young. I didn’t know the guy, but everyone said he was really nice and had a great heart. I’m sure he’s in a better place, but I feel really terrible for those who were close to him.
It’s been a wierd day today, because things started off rough with all of the bad news I mentioned above from this morning, but everything since then has been exceptionally good. It’s like I have somehow had a bad day and a good day all rolled into one. I guess when your day starts off the way that mine did, there’s really nowhere to go but up. Either way, the week looks promising, so I’ll just focus on that instead of worring about things that are out of my control.
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That is too bad about Eastern Market. I have been a frequent visitor to DC in the past few years and have read so much about it, had heard that the weekend farmers’ market there was enviable and each time I visited I said I would go. I hope that it can be salvaged as well.
Oh yeah, the “Muslim guy” that you referred to was at my local swap meet (He’s at evrybody’s local swap meet by the way) this weekend and put some of that stank oil on my hand, in an attempt to get me to buy some. Let’s just say my hand smelled like goat piss for the rest of the day. I was riding with my hand out the window, not because it was a beautiful, sunny day (which it was) but because that nauseating odor was giving me and my passenger a headache. I wanted so badly to remove my own skin.
I’m sad about Eastern Market too. The outside market will be open this weekend, so lets take Onn-Ray the pussy magnet down to Eastern Market on Saturday!
So sorry to hear about all the bad news, but even in that you managed to make me laugh. Are the voices in your head ever silent?
Anonymous OMG, goat piss? Remove your own skin? LMAO!! I know how that is. In Philly they line the street with tables and rub ish on you all the time. You gotta duck, dodge, scurry and tuck to get past them untouched lol. And then the names of the oils are crazy! Like Allah’s Heavenly Bossom or Eat Me for Dessert, WTF? lol
lmao @ the label “butt.” insanity.
Well, april showers…. and all that jazz. Keep you head up!
Sounds like you gave yourself some great advice. I hope that positive attitude gets you something or somewhere really great this week.
“butt flavored incense” lol. seriously. i can’t take it.