Turning 30

On Saturday I had a great workout at our fitness center here at the RAF, and took up an offer from one of my coworkers to go to her friend's 30th birthday party that night.  Sure, sounds great!  The party was over in Virginia, about a block away from the Courthouse stop on the Orange line.  I was the youngest attendee, and it was a lot of fun getting to know the dozen or so people that were there.  They all seemed interested to hear about what I was doing in D.C. and what my future plans are.  I mentioned how I would have to find something to do between now and when I am eligible to run for president, but I wasn't quite sure at the moment.  There was a brief discussion of politics that followed, and everybody seemed interested in the views I shared.  The general consensus was that I should go to graduate school...we'll see.  I picked up a few more contacts while we were at her very nice apartment, and then I experienced a new bar, Lola's Barracks, on 8th Street SE with the party.  D.C. is definitely an economy onto itself, the people come and go at a feverish pace, but the institutions remain.  As was evident with our grouping of individuals, and explained to me by the affable bartender.  I was granted a ride home from one of my newest acquaintances, and spent the rest of my waking hours philosophizing to Keenan in our living room.  I may have came up with the solutions to solve the world's problems last night, but I, unfortunately, didn't write any of it down.  Next time!