Thursday night, Robert and I went to a cocktail party at Top of the Hill in the Pourhouse complex on Pennsylvania Avenue between the Capitol and Eastern Market. I think he was planning on having "dinner" from their hors d'oeuvres, but all they served was a thin spinach-artichoke dip with pita bread wedges, chips and salsa, cheese cubes, and crudites with Ranch dressing, and once people started to arrive, they didn't last long. Soon after we got our first drinks, young Capitol Hill staffers started pouring in to the Pourhouse, causing them to far exceed the fire marshal limits for the room; I don't know where they came from or why they were there. Then our waits in line at the bar to get our second drinks were just way, way too long with all those kids there, and we had the drinks consumed before we could get back to our seating area. So, we decided to leave to escape the sardinesque throngs. We ended up walking all around the neighborhood, checking out the progress on the rebuilding of the Eastern Market, walking down Barracks Row, inspecting the new baseball arena neighborhood, then looking for Laurent in his neighborhood over by Waterfront, before Metroing home.
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