Beets

I have finally had to start doing some work at school this week, which is good. I was getting worried.

This week included meeting up with two great people from my past life as well as three beets. I'll get to the people first.

I got to see Sarah who was an active student at GW when I worked at Hillel. She is simply superb, and she's putting all of her political activism into a law degree, and I know she's going to do great things. She took me to a place called Monk's which has a really neat atmosphere and Bell's beer! She also told me for a new loan forgiveness initiative where they forgive your law school debt if you work for public interest places for ten years. I don't really trust initiatives right now, since the whole world and all of the rules within it seem to be changing, but if that works, that's awesome.

I also got to see Julie, who is one of my parents' friends' daughter. We definitely saw each other from time to time in our childhood, but I don't think we have seen each other in years. It was excellent to sit down and talk. So interesting when you grow older and more able to connect with certain people- for no particular reason. She took me to Good Dog, where there were cute pictures of dogs on the wall, and great beer.

Finally - the beets. I crave roasted root vegetables all the time. It might be because we don't have an oven, but whenever I go to the grocery store and need to find something for dinner, all I want is roasted squash, sweet potatoes or beets. Two weeks ago there were no beets, so I was sad and had roasted orange vegetables. Last week, the beets appeared, and I immediately went home and roasted them.

First, I forgot about the mess of the beet. There is purple all over the kitchen. My hands were purple. I just felt purple. I even got a purple splatter on my white macbook keyboard. What a mess.

Then, I forgot about the aftermath of the beets. I would think it would be gone by now, because I had the beets on Tuesday, and it's Friday, but my excrement (in all forms) is still red. It sort of freaks me out.