as the hills
Last night, one of my roommates and I met her visiting younger sister at this bar. It was beautiful outside (is it really July? in DC?) so we wanted to go somewhere with outdoor seating; this place has a sort of rooftop patio that looks out over the north side of Dupont Circle. It was about 10:30 and I'd had a relatively long day, and we got drinks and bruschetta and waited for her sister. And when her sister got there, with her three friends? They were so incredibly young. So utterly, profoundly young. They were all, "ohmygod what did you get to DRINK?!" and "ohmygod it's so great to MEET you!" and "ohmygod this place is so GREAT!" with a lot of high-pitched laughter and fluttery hands. It was very sweet and genuine -- there's something so earnest about their excitement over life in general that it startled me out of my usual thought-bog. Made me feel ancient in a not-entirely-bad way. It was sort of nice and perspective-y, but we are old, kids. Old, old, old.

A certain vacation stealer and I are going down to put a bunch of H.'s stuff in a van and move it a couple miles across town this weekend. Hopefully our old-people backs and whatever will hold out. :)