i accepted a freelance gig writing bits and bobs about local events, sports, restaurants, and other fun things to do in our neck of the woods. my “test” assignment this week: five different venues/events. i was able to complete 4 of them today; and some of the venues kindly offered me press passes to events (keep yer hair on – they are shows for kids, which i am psyched about because i know BC will enjoy tagging along on these gigs. no, i didn't get free tix to Ozzfest…)

so far, so good.

but one event i am supposed to write about involves polo that is played every sunday a.m. in west potomac park. (not far from the lincoln memorial, for those of you keeping score.) apparently, there are wacky people who get up and play horse hockey not far from the pros who play bull shit just up the road a piece. i called up the national park service, as west potomac park is in their jurisdication. no, they said, you need to call the DC Parks and Rec office – they schedule the playing. DC Parks and Rec then sent me to their Adult Rec office. Adult Rec sent me to the National Capitol Regional Office-East, who subsequently sent me to National Capitol Regional Office-
Central. They, in turn, wanted to send me to the National Park Service.

AAAIIIEEE!!!!!

knowing that you can't throw a cat in this town without a permit, i called up and found the office that issued the permit for the field on sundays. (don't even THINK about asking me how i figured that one out or i might have to hurt you.) i got a phone number for a gent in Maryland. i left a message on his answering machine, which had all sorts of info for polo players, so let's keep our fingers crossed.

gosh, this is a shitload of work for the pittance i am paid. i do it for fame and glory and love, you know 😉

right.