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You know what they say: love finds you when you least expect it. However, they fail to mention that sometimes love hops off the train at the next Metro stop faster than you can say, “What’s your sign?” 

Fortunately for us all,  Missed Connections has provided a last resort for reconnecting with our fleeting love—a modern-day message in a bottle of sorts. So let’s take a look at some of this week’s best...

Thanks for the Cupcake - m4w - 46 (Dupont)
Reply to: pers-814362206@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-08-26, 6:19PM EDT
You were generous enough to give me a cupcake on the Red Line between Dupont and CP. Kicked myself for not having a business card with me. Name the flavor you gave me and I’ll respond.
    Location: Dupont

Hold up, she gave you a cupcake and you still didn’t get her digits? Come on, man!

All week, the question among convention-goers had been: Will it work? Was the plan to host the final night of the Democratic convention in Mile High Stadium too audacious even for the candidate who defines audaciousness? No candidate had given an acceptance speech in a stadium since John F. Kennedy in 1960. Thursday night was pregnant with meaning, anticipation, and nervousness.

Doors opened for the stadium—also known as Invesco Field—at 1 PM, and while lines were relatively short for convention-goers with credentials, the more than 50,000 members of the public who attended the speech waited in lines up to half a mile long. An indication of the security pervading the night came at the metal detectors, which were staffed by officers from agencies as diverse as Secret Service, suburban-Denver police, the Colorado Department of Corrections, and the Transportation Security Administration. Helicopters circled overhead, and countersniper teams were visible on every stadium rooftop.

The only major problem with the night’s program was that there were hours and hours to fill with only a few key speakers, all in anticipation for Obama’s arrival and speech at 8 PM local time. Shortly after 3, the first band took the stage, followed by a random-seeming assortment of Congress members, governors, and grassroots supporters punctuated by performances by Sheryl Crow, Stevie Wonder, and a joint performance by John Legend and Will.i.am of the iconic pro-Obama song “Yes We Can,” which defined the race back in February. The program stretched long enough in the hot Colorado sun that, in the row in front of me, one woman did needlepoint, a man read a poll briefing, and another worked away on his laptop. Lines for food, beer, and especially pricey bottled water—this was a stadium, after all—were long, although there was never a Dippin’ Dots line.

Photo by Flickr user Laura Padgett 

Have you voted yet for the winner in our sports-themed photo contest? No? Then get crackin'! Voting closes on Monday. With well over 1,000 votes registered, we're looking for even more.

Were you at one of our convention watching parties last night? Then you saw the historic moment of Barack Obama officially accepting his party's presidential nomination. McCain is expected to reveal his choice for vice president soon.

New Hill coffee shop Peregrine (replacing the old Murky) is now open.  

Going to the beach this weekend? (If so, we kind of hate you.) You're gonna want to factor in a ton of extra time for the drive.  

Heroes cutie Hayden Panettiere wants DC voting rights as much as we do. 

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Photograph courtesy of Barton Seaver.

Name: barton seaver—always lower case. I don’t like the way that the letter ‘b’ looks when capitalized.

Age: 29

Occupation: Chef/advocate

Hometown: Mount Pleasant, DC

Must-have item at all times:
A pen—Pilot G2 .07. It has been my favorite pen for 3½ years now. Blue ink preferred.

Signature drink:
Absolutely, Champagne—if I were called before St. Peter to justify the existence of humanity, I would bring with me a bottle of Champagne and a slab of bacon to prove that we are yet capable of creating beauty.