The piano club

We took a wrong turn five hours past the new year celebrating until near dawn. It was a groggy, rough morning getting up...

But I managed to drag myself to the metro and zoom downtown to meet up with Isabelle at a random apartment full of warmth and conversation, brunch and piano music. A visit up to D.C. just wouldn't be complete without it! Isabelle and I caught up on our dually ironic, and ridiculous life travails and dreams. Her friend Gary, a jazz musician serenaded to piano keys from a visiting pianist and his girlfriend sang. It was lovely.

The long contours of the tall apartment hallways and livid fluorescent lights made more a funky backdrop. Like a an album cover or something. I'll call them 'The Piano Club'.