DEBBIE DOWNERS MAKE BABY JESUS CRY

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.

16 thoughts on “DEBBIE DOWNERS MAKE BABY JESUS CRY

  1. Chaco

    “Sexing. For all the talk about dating this and dating that, you can get laid pretty easily if you want.”

    Sally, it should never be hard for a young woman to get laid as long as she is reasonably attractive and reasonably sane. Now finding someone she really bonds with and having sex with him, that is more difficult.

  2. Ayla

    Thanks, Sally. It’s been getting a bit grouchy everywhere lately, and this was a nice reminder of why we’re all here(ish.)

    And for my random happiness of the day…

    Older men are fantastic. 35-40 is the new 25-30.

  3. RCR

    Rainbows and unicorns!! Sally, won’t you be my neighbor. Actually, it sounds like you already are. The “S” series buses, and most other routes too, are pretty good during rush hour, but they’re not so frequent after 8pm. And don’t even get me started on the 50 series.

  4. Oface

    Sally, did you get your Freaknik on in Atlanta? Tell us?

    Ummmm I remember reading that Atlanta stopped that event———-Like 10 years ago.

    Most of the points are dead on except for the dress style. You must wear black, gray, and navy at all times or you will be considered a power ranger.

  5. Andy

    Yeah, Freaknik was forceably exiled from Atlanta back in the mid-90s.

    Being in my mid-20s and living in Atlanta my entire life, my only problem is the nightmarish urban sprawl of this place. Seriously, if you haven’t got a car, you’re fucked. MARTA is not what it should be (or even what the city would like it to be) and everything is spread out all over a 50 mile radius.

  6. Aja

    Why is everyone so mean looking on the Metro. Like they are just going to snap? I tried smiling but then everyone looks at you like you are some kind of frreak “is that a fucking smile on your face, what the fuck are you smiling about?” so I just go back to staring at my iPod.

    Don’ forget the cheap, fresh flowers outside Metro!

  7. Phil

    Too bad you didn’t notify the Playaz of your arrival. We would have wined you, dined you, made sweet, 6-way love to you, and you’d be our intern instead of DCB’s.

  8. Sally

    I say it with a Ch but I suppose the ch like k could work too.

    And, if today you saw a girl stop behind a Staples truck on 19th st to throw up, that was me.

  9. DCB

    “if today you saw a girl stop behind a Staples truck on 19th st to throw up, that was me.”

    :laugh:

    Sally while drunk: :crazy2:

  10. OK

    Are you from Oklahoma? I went to school there and the coolest city is Dallas and it is 3 hours away. I realize that you can come at Dallas from many directions.

  11. Stating the Obvious

    “-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.”

    I call bullshit. It’s a 35 minute walk to Dupont for me, and I’m 6’3′ with long legs.

  12. Anonymous

    I was just about to say “DCB, this was a pleasant post. You’re not nearly as much of an ass when you’re drunk”. But then I saw who posted it. Nice post, Sally.

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