Dear D-

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This past weekend was spent running around like a maniac, playing hardcore tennis, going out and dancing all night and then recuperating Sunday. Sandwiched in there was a trip to my house in McLean for laundry, watching Memento, and taking a trip to the mall.

The weekend actually started early for me (surprise) when I left work for lunch at Pentagon City mall to meet up with a friend of mine, Reggie so we could eat some lunch and go shopping. He was staying with a friend over the weekend and needed a shirt. I needed a new pair of jeans as the two nice pairs of jeans I have developed holes in them. I actually have four pairs of jeans, but two of them are strictly for club going as they are partially made of spandex and they�re not something you would casually put on to go grocery shopping, unless you also planned on picking up a trick along with your food, or better yet, be mistaken for a trick while picking up your food.

Lunch was good time and afterwards I wondered into the Aveda store because I love Aveda everything. Things I kept repeating to Reggie while browsing:

1) This smells so good.

2) I love this store.

3) Smell this.

4) You should buy this.

5) I should buy this.

Right, so after Aveda we went over to Gap to see what kind of button down shirts they had for Mr. Reggie. Nothing too spectacular was there although these horizontal stripe sweaters were on sale for 14.99. I have been pining for the green one ever since I saw them. They were originally 50.00. I�ll give you two guesses as to who now owns the green horizontal stripe sweater. Hint: his name is Eric.

Because I cannot pass Nordstrom without going in, we went in there for a jean hunt. I�m in love with Mavi jeans and I own three pairs. Two of my Mavi jeans developed the holes. These jeans rock the house, but I was in the mood for something different and bought a pair of Flex Jeans by Union bay. These are not as tight and scandalous as the ones I currently own so they can be used for everyday outings, etc.

With new jeans in hand it was time to call it a day.

My good friend Vinh was in town all weekend and as one of my favorite hitting partners, we met up on Saturday with my former roommate Mikey to hit. When the three of us get together the following things happen: We hit really hard, we run way too much, and I always wake up the next day with a sore legs/ass (due to changing directions on the court you sicko).

Dr. C and I did some laundry afterwards and went back to his apartment. Since he went out last weekend and will be attending the Pimp and Ho party this coming Saturday, Dr. C decided to sit out the evening and I went into the city to meet up with a group of mothers for late night debauchery. It was sad not having Dr. C there with me, but I can understand his not wanting to go out.

Needless to say, we tore up the dance floor, my favorite DJ was spinning and played one of my favorite songs ever, and the evening ended with a loud and rowdy porn conversation at the diner down the street. My group of friends is very diverse as far as ethnicity and age are concerned.

Sunday I woke up to soreness. The tennis coupled with working the pole at the club was enough to make me not want to move my legs for the first hour or so of consciousness. Lying around is good times and quite frankly, it took every ounce of motivation for me to put some decent clothes on and go to the grocery store. It looks like I�ll be heading there after work as well since I have no cereal for the morning.

Since the Nintendo Gamecube is now only 99.99 and since I�m a big nerd, I will be purchasing one shortly. I can�t help it if I�m obsessed with the Legend of Zelda. Anyone who wants to step to that can feel free. I�ll meet you at the Washington Monument for a smack down.

Nothing else too fun or exciting happened. Someone is coming to view my apartment on Tuesday. They will be showing the apartment for about 20 minutes between the hours of 10 and 5. I will not be there but I plan on leaving some things around the apartment to make them raise at least an eyebrow or two. Tuesday is the High Heel Race held on 17th street so I will be going there and then staying down at Dr. C�s. Wednesday I�m going home to Annapolis to see Kristin and spend some time with the family. Haven�t seen those mothers in a while and it�ll be nice to have dinner at home.

The pimp and ho party is this Saturday and I�m taking a survey so you all have to tell me what you think. Having won the title of Ms. Ho 2002, I have a reputation and a crown at stake here. My friend Vinh will not be attending and I believe the stiffest competition was going to be him dressed up as "Ms. HO-Chi-Min City." Even though the competition will be less of a struggle, I have to make a good showing. My two options for costumes are as follows:

1) Retro prostitute: wearing tight fitting polyester pants, unbuttoned poly shirt, aviator glasses, wig and mustache. Pants to be stuffed by socks or other appropriate items.

2) Retro prostitute: wearing soccer socks, high running shorts and cut off shirt of some sort. (wig and mustache optional)

Pictures will be posted afterwards and I will also try to snap some shots at the high hell race. I kick myself everyday for not having a camera there last year. Some of those mothers can haul some ass in platforms.

Pics and stories to follow�

e.