My Own Private Festival

This will be the fourth spring I’ve spent in the Northern Virginia/Metro DC area, and it’s the fourth time, much to my mother’s dismay, that I haven’t gone into DC for the Cherry Blossom Festival.
There are a number of reasons for this. For example, there is the fact that I’m not gay/a woman, and there is also the lingering resentment I feel towards DC for the hours I spent lost driving in circles as I tried to drive through it.
Mostly, though, it just doesn’t seem like the sort of thing you should do by yourself.
There are a lot of things like that in life, which is why there are a lot of things in life that I don’t do.
In any case, now I have another reason not to head to DC: I don’t have to.
Check out the Cherry Blossom Festival that’s right next to my balcony:



I get the benefit of blossoms without having to deal with DC traffic or the Metro, or putting up with slack-jawed yokels pointing at the lonely guy.
Works for me.