your sat in Dupont Circle, the sun shining with a coffee bought from one of the 9 million surrounding starbucks and your smiling at all the crazy homeless people mingling with the sunbathers...or your in Ben's Chilli Bowl at four in the morning drunk with chilli all over your face.
Or...you hear a really low flying helicopter and don't even look up anymore because you know it's one of the Marine choppers that shuttles the president and other bigwigs from the White House to wherever they keep Air Force One.
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everyone you see is pregnant or jogging.
everyone you see is pregnant AND jogging.
1)your friends throw big watch parties for debates or primaries
2)you actually recognize members of congress and are secretly excited
3) you know when to stand on the metro
4) you only go to the museums when your family visits
-you realize you've been standing in the CVS line for an hour.
You stand in line at CVS for an hour when you finally decide to give up and just go to the CVS across the street.
your sat in Dupont Circle, the sun shining with a coffee bought from one of the 9 million surrounding starbucks and your smiling at all the crazy homeless people mingling with the sunbathers...or your in Ben's Chilli Bowl at four in the morning drunk with chilli all over your face.
your commute to work is constantly slowed because of tourists or protesters.
INTERNS! AHHHHH. not the INTERNS on the metro. it's that time of year again.
the people playing kickball are way older than 8 years old
Or...you hear a really low flying helicopter and don't even look up anymore because you know it's one of the Marine choppers that shuttles the president and other bigwigs from the White House to wherever they keep Air Force One.
when you want to scream at the tourists for standing on the wrong side of the escalator.
When you almost get run over by a drunk crazy Diplomat.
when the sight of Marine One flying overhead is really... no. big. deal.
When you see the Big Chair.
When you rent a cheaper kayak from the crazy old man under the Key bridge.
When you dress up in a ninja outfit and burn Georgetown to the fucking ground.
When you make a list of people you'd like to slap, and it's nothing but pundits and politicians.
you choices of grocery store consist of expensive 100% organic specialty stores or somewhere there's a good chance you'd get shot.
you have been asked for directions to the zoo or the white house or some other landmark by a family wearing fanny packs.
every fourth person you see is wearing a CIA or FBI tshirt or sweatshirt.
people continuously ask you what you do. then, when they find out you are not a hill staffer etc., they have no use for you any longer.
it smells
You know you're in DC when the bitch sets you up.
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