You might be able to make out the towers of Georgetown University and the Key Bridge beyond. Also, the great townhouses in the foreground of 25th street. The white building at the rear left is none other than the old Howard Johnson's hotel where nearly 40 years ago certain characters scoped out an office in the Watergate building across the street. Nixon stopped being president very shortly thereafter! To the left where you can't see in the picture I can see the top of the Kennedy Center. I love being in a city, and particularly this city which has always been a major player in my adult life. I'm so glad I decided to do this.
I don't know if the priests are at Dave's or not (see yesterday's blog). The weather did not disappoint and there was ice covering my car when I woke up this morning in Springfield. Of course I had not brought any boots, or a car scraper, or even a car that does well in bad weather. My little Rav4 with lots of winter experience is home in the driveway of the Crappy Little House and is currently serving as a storage facility for a bathroom vanity and a bunch of light fixtures. I'm guessing the scraper is in that vehicle. Not great planning on my part.
It helped that the morning rehearsal was postponed by an hour. I had no trouble making it on time. My only problem is that the scratchy throat and headache that greeted me when I awoke the day after the last rehearsal, has morphed into a bronchial thing that requires coughing up nasty stuff from that part of my anatomy. Not a real advantage if one is trying to sing. I found that the middle octave of my range was missing this morning. I have never ever been sick for a rehearsal or performance so this is frustrating. I feel pretty good. I just have to let this thing run its course. And I hope it finishes the race before tomorrow night! With that in mind, I nixed the idea of sight-seeing this afternoon in favor of a short walk to a coffee shop where I got chicken noodle soup for lunch. Now back in the room I'm forcing fluids to try to force this junk in my upper chest to abandon ship during the night. I want to be able to sing every single note tomorrow night.
But here in the room is an IPod deck and I'm happily typing and listening to Pandora on my phone. This hotel houses Notte Bianchi, one of the restaurants that Dave and I have frequented on our theater evenings. I may have to mosey down for a glass of wine in a bit. And the mushroom risotto on the menu looks pretty amazing. I've had it before and it's worth foregoing the point counting for another experience in culinary bliss.
So Plan B is a whomping success so far. I have so many friends who have told me they would never want to stay in a hotel alone. They do not know what they are missing!
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