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Nutshell Kingdom: Cultural Exchange
2006
Jesus. What day is it? Monday. Right. (all is blur and motion - I) And on Friday night (am not lying here), I was walking through Georgetown with $500 cash money in a plain white envelope, four women from Croatia, four women from Georgia (the one that used to be Soviet). We were going to a swank little underground jazz club for a few drinks and a dose of American culture (on the rocks) and on Wisconsin Avenue, I saw a friend of mine walking close arm-in-arm with a man, not her husband. I had to look twice, a double-take, but I am all but certain it was her and it certainly was not the husband and these things can be misconstrued but I am almost certain of some sense of 'running around' as a person can feel these things well in advance of actual knowledge - (oh awkward situation (but on a public street!) almost sure to be seen by someone if not me) - but I am also thankful not to be seen as I could not have introduced even one of my eight lovely companions by name.
