Sure, elections may mean a shift of power, but they also mean campaigns. And campaigns are the worst. Besides, you’re gonna be taxed without representation anyway. At least you have access to that sweet, sweet legalized weed.
Every single person who visits you wants to go there. Every. Single. Goddamn. One.
Sure, maybe he spit on you a little bit and called you a piece of shit, but that’s just the withdrawals talking. You’ll maybe tell your friends at the next happy hour, but they’ve ridden the D6 before, they know that you knew what you were getting into.
If they were important, you’d know them by now.
Look, you probably weren’t born and raised here. If you were, you’d be an Orioles fan, not a Nats fan. The only reasons to root for the Nats is because the stadium is pretty easy to get to, and because it’s right next to Truckaroo. There are no other reasons.
“No politics or religion while drinking? What else is there?”
A symposium here, a meeting there, maybe a cocktail party, and a fundraiser if you’re feeling fancy: there’s always free food in DC. Booze, however, is an entirely different story.
You’ll still name-drop the shit out of them the next time you’re out, though.
The only people who live on the Hill are people with babies and dog owners. Come on, people. It’s time to move out to the burbs.
“Sloppy” is not okay. “Functioning” is essential.
You were there as a poor 20-something, back when it was still “sketchy.” You were there as a young professional, back when it started getting some cool bars, and you’ll be there in ten years when you finally get priced out and have to move to Arlington.
And it’s the best decision you’ve ever made.
DC is full of young people who should absolutely not be living in that expensive of a city. Anyone who can afford to live there has made it to a point in their career where they could totally live somewhere else. Leave, please, and stop driving up prices for all the poor interns.
And you’ll check it every five minutes until it shows you the answer you want.