Today’s post is late courtesy of martinis and the letter D, for “drinking” and “dry heaves”.
This has been a really negative two weeks. I feel like every post and comment is Negative Nelly. Even yesterday at work everyone was totally grouchy. What’s happening?
Last weekend I went to Hotlanta, and while it’s pretty fucking great (although I did not get to see Usher or Ludacris, and actually I am pretty upset about that), it got me thinking about all the things I like about DC. I’ve been here a little over a year so this post is both timely and appropriate.
-As much as I bitch about the S1/S2/S4 being late, the fact is, WMATA is a bastion of efficiency compared to other cities that don’t even bother to tell you how long until the next train is, or allow 45 minutes to pass between trains with no explanation. I bet the regular old people who drive the bus and the metro and those little station guys have to deal with ridiculous bullshit on a daily basis, so I’ll stop my complaining right now.
-Also, if your bus is late, you can just walk. It takes me 30 minutes to walk from the Cheights (Columbia Heights) to Georgetown, and I don’t have to walk across a major freeway, which is pretty miraculous. Once, I walked from the Cheights to Courthouse – yes, in Arlington – and it took me an hour and twenty minutes, which was really fun.
-DC is as dressy or as casual as you want it to be. Shit, you can go out in a suit or in your fat jeans and flip flops and nobody cares. I debated wearing sweatpants to dollar beer tonight on Wednesday, but even I have my limits.
-Ease in going elsewhere. You want more fun outside the city? There’s the beach in VA and Delaware, there’s Annapolis and Baltimore, and it’s only 3 or 4 hours to New York – which itself offers at least three transportation options just to get there. Unbelievably great! Do you know there are whole states where you have to drive in a car for three hours and at the end you’re only in Dallas? Boring!
-The food. You know, before I moved here I ate all the time at La Madeleine and Macaroni Grill. That’s no way to spend a life. There’s hardly any chain restaurants in this town (the District proper) so you have to get more adventurous with your eating habits, or even learn to cook, which I did. Pupusas, Ethiopian food, falafel, all of it is delicious.
-Oh yeah, and street festivals. Those things kick ass. The best is when you don’t know that the street festival is coming up, and then you’re like, oh hey! A street festival! I’ve been craving some of that chicken that they make! And crafty items! In this vein too are the “Taste of …” events, something I had never even heard of before I moved here.
-Sexing. For all the talk about dating this and dating that, you can get laid pretty easily if you want.
That’s all I have, mainly because I can’t think very clearly right now.