A dear friend came into town, and Janet suggested we meet up for BBQ goodness at the Red Line Grill on Saturday. The restaurant was too hot to stay in, so we decamped to her house and spent the afternoon eating and catching up. Even though MoBob elected to stay at home, I refrained from the pulled pork and stuck to honey mustard Buffalo wings. Yum!
P & C offered to take us home that evening. We were on North Capitol heading toward town when we heard sirens. Suddenly another car appeared, clipped and scraped our car, and sped on with two police cars on its tail.
We were all a little shaken but OK. Kudos to P for having kept his cool. He pulled into the parking lot on the corner of North Capitol and Florida, NW, and called 911. And waited. And waited. And called again. And called 311. In the meantime we saw four police cars pass by. P tried to flag them down but apparently their peripheral vision was seriously impaired. (Maybe that's why they're now on Segways?) Our other friend arrived to take us home and waited with us. Finally, more than hour after the initial call a police car showed up. One officer got out and dealt with us. His female partner stayed in the car, slumped over with her hand on her face. Later on she shifted position and reclined her seat, with her eyes closed. Not exactly inspiring.
After another half hour, the officer finally finished with us and our friend drove us home. On the way we stopped at the Burger King drive-thru. We saw four police cars and a gaggle of officers hanging out in the restaurant. Oh. That's where they all were.
Sunday was rainy but that didn't deter us from attending the Philippine Festival. Despite the weather and the low turnout (granted, I've been spoiled by the massive Filipino Festival called Pistahan in San Francisco), MoBob and I had a good enough time, going home with a plastic bag full of food. I was surprised that there weren't any tables for the Philippine Embassy, the National Federation of Fil-Am Associations, or the returned Peace Corps volunteer group for the Philippines. Perhaps they'd been squeezed out by the San Miguel beer tent.