This weekend marked the first sustained summer temps. The upshot: A lot of dudes used this as an opportunity to showcase their car stereos. It felt like everyone had a serious case of opening night jitters. I saw a lot of rookies utterly failing at this utterly simple task. I understand that it is still too early to declare a song of the summer. But still. Some street scenes were simply embarrassing.

At about 2 a.m. on a Sunday, one dude at the corner of 16th and Irving decided to crank a Modern Country rocker. Not many people were around. But a sense of shame seemed to blanket the corner. I felt embarrassment for the driver. Lesson: this is D.C., no one wants to hear your favorite fake Eagles jams.

With that, I give you Saturday afternoon's hilarity. Someone---and you know who you are---decided that Mount Pleasant Street needed to hear "Hotel California." Does Mount Pleasant Street look like Frat Row? Please. No one wants to hear that song ever again.

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I made this salad in September when my local farmers market was overflowing with tomatoes. I know I should be thinking of squashes and pears and mushrooms and game and apples, but I really miss my tomatoes. Already.