the Dalaverse

My mother's birthday was Wednesday, I'm going home Thursday, and I have yet to buy her a gift. She's difficult to shop for. First I was thinking flowers, but then what would I do for Mothers Day? And I would really like to make her a necklace, which has the added benefit of being a homemade gift to offset my dad's to-be-homemade gift in March (they sell little wooden lighthouse models in Michaels and I'm going to paint one), so they're equal. This is very important for an only child.

Problem being, I don't have any jewelry-making material, and the only shop I can think of is Bedazzled in Dupont, which I could visit on Friday, but who wants to take the Metro alone? Unless I could convince Beth to blow off work and go with me. Come on, donkeyriding, you know you want to. It'd be like old times. We could have lunch at the Front Page, and hang out in your bookstore, Lamda Rising, and that music shop, and we could even get accosted by Scientologists.

Mehhhh. Anybody in the area who's willing to hang out in D.C. with me on Friday, poke me.

Dammit. I really, really have to write this stupid thing on Caleb Williams. Which is at least finally over, but still, fuck you, William Godwin.