Tonight I tried to go to see "The Triplets of Belleville" at the new E street theatre downtown in DC. I saw it last month in New York with Grace, and liked it so much that I wanted to see it again. I misjudged train times, though, so I ran 10 minutes late to the theatre, got in line, and waited for a few minutes to find out that they sold out. Bummer. It figures, since all the local papers did reviews this past week (even the extra contrary City Paper loved it), so the crowds to see it were immense. Don had gotten a ticket already so he went in, and Marv and I went to a bar nearby and had a drink. I had my first alcohol for the first time in a few weeks (it's legal now on my SBD, since i've passed the first 14 days), and it was something else. I'm a cheap date now! As we got our check, our bartender was giving us advice as to where to head out after, so he obviously thought we were tourists. That was probably from being in the touristy part of DC (the bar was part of a hotel), but Marv and I took a bit of umbrage at being taken for out-of-towners. We were gracious, though, since he obviously meant well and more points for him for recommending other bars, rather than encouraging us to stay there.

I'm home now, though, and deep into the American Kennel Club dog show. I may have missed the working dogs, though, which are my favorite ones. Newfoundlands are my favorites--big old babies bumbling around for love! I tried to encourage my parents to get one for their new house, but when I described how very large they were, my dad could only laugh in response. I also missed the toy dogs, which I enjoy watching, because..what is up with them? Maybe in my next life I should be a dog handler. Anyway, I love these kinds of shows because they like to give little personality tidbits about the various dogs. One of the dogs in the past years they said this: "his favorite food is butter." Awesome!

In other news, I finally went to the Alexandria Central branch library today, and what an amazing place! It's huge, and full of windows and large comfortable seats begging for you to settle into them to while a day away with books. I was surprised and pleased to see that they held every volume of graphic novel I typed in. Anne gave me for Christmas this book called "Palestine" by Joe Sacco, which is a graphic novel about the author's experience in the area. Pretty obscure, but they had it! (I checked, just for fun). I loaded up with "From Hell" by Alan Moore, more "American Splendor" by Harvey Pekar and "Nickel and Dimed," since it had been a while since I had read it.

I started reading "From Hell" on the metro to the movie, but had to close it since it tended to get (um) graphic, and there was a kid sitting next to me.