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120. Inclement.

I used to think inclement weather was romantic. Anything could happen in the rain, be it going after someone for a happy ending or upside down kisses or singing.

I blame my desert upbringing for this notion. Moving to D.C. made me realize how wrong I was. The carless existence has led to trudging through many a downpour, cementing the deal.

Rain is necessary, but it is not fun. Give me sunshine any day.

Still, today’s dreary weather did inspire a viewing of the 2005 adaptation of Pride and Prejudice, because that is a rain scene I’ll never get enough of.

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119. Rains.

It’s been rather gloomy all day — I feel like every time I stepped outside, it would morph from a drizzle to a downpour — which means that The Rains of Castamere has been stuck in my head all day, too. This is a fairly recent development, thanks to this season of Game of Thrones and a new version by Sigur Ros.

Listening to this song on a regular basis probably does not bode well for, well, my life, but I still enjoy it anyway.

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117. Jurassic.

I’ll be humming the theme from Jurassic Park for the next few days, thanks to tonight’s viewing of the movie in its most glorious form: 3D IMAX. The Museum of Natural History (not to be confused with the place where I volunteer) played the movie this weekend as a tribute to the closing of the dinosaur hall, which will be under renovation for the next five years.

The only Jurassic Park film I’ve seen in a theater was Jurassic Park III (so unmemorable that I’m actually reading over the plot on Wikipedia right now), so this was quite the experience. Friend Emily remarked on how jumpy and amused I was, but really, what other way is there to enjoy this movie?

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116. Beer.

Spent a good chunk of this afternoon at friend Sara’s 2nd annual homebrew brunch, resulting in yet another day filled with good friends, good food and good beer.

It’s the first time since I’ve been to her apartment since she got a kegerator, an addition that makes her infinitely cooler than the rest of us.

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114. Merchant.

Saw Merchant of Venice at Catholic University tonight. First time I’ve seen the play performed, and I thought they handled the subject matter well (it’s pretty rough material for a comedy, but no one dies, right?). Interestingly, the program notes touched on the anti-Semitism that has been prevalent in the news as of late, saying that the play allowed them to further delve into the issue.

Overall, it was a good production, very traditional in its staging.

Fun fact: my name’s origin is found in this play. Shakespeare supposedly came up with the name “Jessica” for Shylock’s daughter, based on an English version of a Jewish name. Or so I’ve read.

Not that this has anything to do with why it’s my name — it was simply the most popular girl name in 1988 and it started with the letter J — but it’s still entertaining trivia.

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113. Books.

Seeing how long I could go without buying a book lasted all of what, less than 24 hours? I popped into Barnes and Noble today after work and bought The Fault in Our Stars.

I also need to snag a copy of And The Mountains Echoed before my next Capitol Hill Reads meeting.

But first, must get through The Thorn Birds, the kickoff book to my literary cocktail club (and the novel that will be in bed with me tonight…is it weird to phrase it like that?). And will continue to read intermittently chapters from The Bully Pulpit and another book about the history of salmon in the Pacific Northwest.

How other people don’t enjoy reading, I’ll never know.

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112. Ice cream.

As I type this, I’m eating my first bit of ice cream since I gave it up for Lent for the first time in more than a month (since I accidentally ate some at friend Amy’s St. Patrick’s Day celebration). And it is delightful.

I still haven’t bought a book, which was the other thing I gave up for Lent. Since I’m actually trying to go to the library regularly now, let’s see how long I can keep this long (hint: probably not all that long).

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111. Foul.

Took friend Hillary to her first MLB game tonight, and I have to say, for first experiences, it was quite the ride. We had my company seats in the Diamond Club, which meant our second straight evening of plentiful drinks and eating  more food than we should. And the weather, sometimes frigid in the first month of the season, was perfectly in the 60s.

But the excitement came during the bottom of the 9th, right after  Nats shortstop Ian Desmond hit a home run off of Angels pitcher Ernesto Frieri. Second baseman Danny Espinosa was up to bat. In the moments before he struck out, he ended up hitting a foul ball, which flew backwards over the netting. I’m guessing it must have arced downward quickly, because the man in front of me tried to make a grab for it. The ball grazed his fingertips and continued to move.

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