01/04/2013. Friday evening. 6:13pm.

Damian at the bar getting semi-swamped by clusters of affluent professionals at the heights of their careers. I can hear snippets of their conversations. Only when I look at them directly can I really discern the matters they’re so joyously discussing. An obligatory DC-area reference to local sports savior RGIII is made. The conversation quickly changes to something article-heavy followed by considerately uproarious laughter, affable in pitch.