The CoSP Crew Does Sequoia DC

That first week of school is always hectic.  Meeting after meeting, seeing students for the first time, a heap of administrative tasks on top of planning a dynamic first-day lesson.  By Friday night, I was nearly catatonic.  Fortunately, I had my couch, Chester, and Everybody Hates Chris on Peacock to help me wind down.

Saturday was a trip to the Claude Monet Immersive Experience with my friend Courtney.  Saturday night, more Peacocking.  Sunday was my usual routine of the gym and grocery shopping, followed by a trip to CVS to see if I could get some frames for those Monet prints I got.  None in the 24x18 size, but they did have a deal on my favorite candy, Nestle’s Crunch Bars: two for $3.  I couldn’t resist.
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But the highlight would be the DMV-area Community of Single People Meetup I put together for our friend Arminda’s visit from Topeka, a world away from DC.  On the walk from the Metro to the restaurant, I got some nice pictures of Rock Creek, the Potomac River, and the historic Watergate Hotel, which, in four years of living in our nation’s capital, I’d never seen:

I got to the Waterfront at around 4:40, where I met Tracey at the front.  Arminda followed, straight from her trip to the Kennedy Center; then Chris; then Lisa; then Kelly.  We had a table right next to the window; an outside table would have nice, but the weather was way too hot, and I couldn’t have my planned desert, the aforementioned Nestle’s Crunch Bar, melt.

And, as always, the conversation flowed.  New restaurant recommendations (Sweetwater Tavern, Jimmy’s, Chewish Deli, Brooklyn Bagel Bakery); religious preferences; sports; solo travel, which we’ve all done to an extent, and I think is totally badass; sketchy restaurant practices; and of course, our reaffirmations of our preference of singlehood, which is why our group exists.  As a marginalized population, we need to be among like-minded folks in a world that privileges marriage, which I will say at every opportunity until singles are looked at as equal humans.

After we parted ways, Lisa dropped me off at the Foggy Bottom Metro stop, where I indulged in my app.  But I got a little sad, as I typically do, after these Childfree Singles and CoSP Meetups end, because I’m going back to our matrimaniacal world away from this temporary utopia where we can talk solo travel and not wanting a significant other and know we won’t be judged for it.  Once out of Lisa’s car, I was in back the world where couplehood is conflated with happiness.
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Someday, I dream that such a utopia will form its own city.  Our sextet would make for a good start.