On Friday, we went to a bar on U St, and I made friends with a boy wearing a red bandanna. I asked him if he got it the same place I got mine, which looked a lot like his, and then I told him about how it was the first thing I saw glow red when I put on the Enchroma glasses.

His name is Tim, too, and he invited Kev and me to his friend’s rooftop to drink rosé our of cans. We accepted the invitation, and picked up some wine on the way there.

Kev had an itch for something else.

I’ll remember two things from that night:

1) How the hostess – a late thirty-something Director at the Brookings Institution – took Kevin alone downstairs to find a corkscrew for the wine. While she was rummaging around, Kevin asked if she liked red or white wine the best. She abruptly stops her search through the drawers and looks at him disgustedly.

She said, “I have Lyme disease.

You should go back to the roof now.”

2) And the silhouettes of these chimney pipes against the light-polluted dusk.

[Tim was actually really fun despite his friend 😜]