October 25, 2019
Location: Nitze Café
Time: Friday afternoon
Walks into Grab and Go. Sees Steve.
Steve: Hey! What are you up to this weekend?
Me: Not much. Just hanging, I guess. You?
Steve: Not much. I have this paper to bang out for the Jordanian government about that new tax reform in the Zarqa region. They want it in Arabic and English, which is a pain. Saturday I’ll probably hang out with a professor or something during the day and then I’m supposed to lead these protests on the CBO’s new provisions in the afternoon.
Me: Oh, nice. Have fun.
Leaves Grab and Go. While walking toward elevator, runs into Rosa.
Me: Hey Rosa! Happy Friday. What are you up to this weekend?
Rosa: Eh. Keeping it chill. Finishing this op-ed for Bloomberg on the implications of this US-China trade stuff on East Timor. Then, I don’t know, I think I’m supposed to testify on the Hill about that Ebola work I was doing in Guinea last summer on Saturday afternoon which is kind of annoying because I’m committed to a couple gallery openings Downtown on Saturday night. But whatever. And I guess Dean Cohen is supposed to come over for brunch on Sunday or something so I have to prep for that. But, yeah, kinda just weekending. You?
Me: I don’t know. Maybe some homework or a party or something. So that’s, like, the person who runs our school, Dean Cohen?
Rosa: Yeah, I mean, last time we were over at his, so it’s my turn to host.
Entering elevator, runs into Tomas.
Me: Wow Tomas! Did you lose weight?
Tomas: Yeah, I ran two half marathons back to back this morning. How are you?
Me: Just, you know, grinding away and stuff. Plans for the weekend?
Tomas: Meh. Going to fly back to Portugal tonight. I have to deliver my concession speech on Saturday morning — you win some, you lose some — and then I’ll probably meet some investors after that — you probably heard about the new venture. Anyways, I’m gonna shoot back for Saturday night. I think Karlin and McLaughlin wanted to grab drinks. Plus, Trump is really putting the pressure on me to reveal my identity so I might write up a memo and just get it over with, you know. But, honestly, yeah
should be nice. Yourself?
Me: Something like that, yeah.
Leaving library, at the tables in front of Nitze. Runs into Eliza.
Me: Hey! Eliza. It’s been a minute! What are you up to this weekend?
Eliza: Probably just bop around D.C. and do some homework.
Eliza: I guess just hang out. Maybe go to a Happy Hour. There’s a high likelihood I binge-watch “Fleabag” on Saturday night. Maybe sleep in and read in the park on Sunday.
Eliza: Yeah. It’s the weekend, man.
Me: Right, but don’t you have something important to do? Like, you know, something that will inspire me with deep feelings of inadequacy and fear about my future? That Happy Hour you said you might go to — is it exclusive in some capacity? Will people with high-level security clearances be there?
Eliza: Umm. Sauf Haus? Probably not, to be honest.
Me: Please…can I go with you?