With my multitasking this weekend I was able to procrastinate the entire day [Saturday] away from what I had originally set it aside for – grad school apps. But out of the deal I got a super clean apt, a cake and meals for every day of this week. I had also made a little trip over to TCs to borrow a quarter, deliver cake and scope out CFs new girl. Sadly she was cute and nice so I had no material for him(let’s just say I love to make fun of him).
The day was good but the night was a far cry from perfect. Maybe because it started out with me realizing that I had a DD so I could do whatever I wanted. But seeing that I realized this at 9 pm, I figured I’d need to speed up the process in order to be up to par with those I had planned on seeing that night.
Well I did and it was working. A bit of a buzz and next thing you know my DD is waiting. We all pile into the car and head out to the GW parkway. A few minutes in DD friend says “You reek.” I guess my breath was a tad potent. I threw back “Well, that is why you are driving silly!” A minute after that comment a cop car pulls us over.
He asks if DD had been drinking (she hadn’t) and then proceeded to tell us we had a front headlight out. Then he paused for a moment and said, “Have any of you been drinking.” Both TC and I said yes. He’s like – “Good cause I can smell it.” DD turns around and hissed, “I TOLD YOU!” 10 minutes later, after another check and should’ve been pat down (he was cute), we were back on the road.
Our first stop was at Oya. Two words – EXPENSIVE & D-BAG central (but the bathrooms were pretty). I paid $9 for a gin & tonic. And they didn't believe in American beer - pointed that out the bartender. Though if you want to find a man (married or not) to be your sugar-daddy and the like (politically speaking), it’s the perfect place for you.
The next stop was a house party up along U street. It was a friend of a friend kind of deal. About 5 minutes into the party the host asks if I would like a beer. I said yes and asked what kind. He said it was Yuengling. I chuckled and said, “Oh the Lienies of the East.” The host didn’t find this amusing and said I didn’t need to drink his beer. He obviously didn’t get the sentimental joke.
Next thing you know the host was asking which school I had gone to for law school (I didn’t) but said I had friends at the U of M and UVA. He laughed and said that there was nothing wrong with the U of M if you didn’t want to be important in life (he had gone to GW for law school – they are equally ranked). I pointed out that all regions in the U.S. are important. He laughed sarcastically and asked what I did. I told him and he laughed again at the agricultural part. I kindly mentioned that if it wasn’t for the Midwest and agriculture he wouldn’t have food, clothing and shelter. He responded, “If it wasn’t for the Midwest I’d have cheaper clothing, cheaper housing and a belly full of rice.”
I said, “Well, I guess I should leave then.”
Host said, “Yep.”
I have NEVER met anyone so rude and/or arrogant in my entire life. I might be a bit biased about the Midwest but this time I can actually say I didn’t do anything that provoked such an attitude. Luckily we left the place soon after the dumbass fallout.
Luckily Sunday was much better. Maybe because Mother Nature thought she’d be nice and bring me 6 inches of white, fluffy, perfect snowball making snow! It was gorgeous. The only problem was that no one else agreed with me. The city instead decided to shutdown. So I decided to play. I threw on my coat and mittens and ran out to the park where I proceeded to make a mini snowman and create snow angels. There were tons of kids and families in the park and people taking pics of the Iwo Jima Memorial in the snow. It was just too perfect.
After exhausting myself of playing in the snow I thought a good end to the outside frolic would include me throwing snowballs at my neighbor/friends windows. On the third hit they finally came to the window. We had a snowball fight, which I was winning for the most part until CF came out and blindsided me with one right in the face. I mean, it stung! In a haste of revenge I started to run but instead slipped and pulled a muscle. I said I was done and needed to go home (I was NOT about to admit that I hurt myself).
Let’s just say, I still feel the pain but it was totally worth it!
