You know you're a foodie when...

You are in your empty, soon-to-be-moved-into house and placing all of the furniture so that there's enough space to add a folding table to the end of your dining room table and have seating for twelve around the table. My ideal dining arrangement is Chinese banquet style with a big round table and a lazy susan at the center. That requires a fairly large room. However, J and I have been making fantasy menu's of our first dinner party. Mine is an Asian theme with hors d'oeurve's of Vietnamese spring and summer rolls, a main course of rice noodles tossed in a satay sauce, sauteed spinach with garlic and pan seared red snapper with a black bean/hoisin sauce and for dessert a creme brulee.

I'm excited about the move, which will happen in the next few weeks, but June is a pretty hellish month. Both J and I have weekend things going on every weekend that include work stuff, volunteer stuff, cousin's weddings and Pride. My am very grateful that J's Mom will be coming to help. I just feel a twinge of guilt that she will be staying in the disaster area that is our current apartment.

Pride makes me feel old. Not because I am well on the other side of thirty, but that I've lived in DC 12 years. I feel good being a long timer here because for the first five years, I spent my time saying goodbye to friends going away to grad school. It's been nice making friends who are here to stay and comign to DC AFTER grad school. But Pride is a reminder of how transitory this city is and how my crop of friends looks vastly different that it did in 1996.