Friends, enemies, lovers, haters - stop everything, hold the presses. It's 73 degrees and sunny in our nation's capital, which means drop everything you're doing, leave work early (if you're lucky/unlucky enough to still have a job!) and walk yourself to the nearest 7-Eleven to celebrate the oncoming summer the best way possible - Slurpees. As far as size goes, the 22oz. is the nearest thing to mathematical perfection one can hope for (I could go on, but we'll leave the discussion of Fourier's law and ideal slush/liquid ratios for another, even geekier, blog), and for flavors? I'd say the choice of flavors is up to you, but that only applies if the particular 7-Eleven you blissfully waltz into doesn't have Dr. Pepper. If it does? If your friendly neighborhood 7-Eleven does have Dr. Pepper Slurpees (may I recommend 14th&Columbia)? Congratulations, you've won at life. You can probably take this stroke of transcendentally good luck as a sign that nothing bad will ever happen to you or anyone you love ever again. But ANYWAY, Slurpee in hand (and by the way, if it's after 5pm by the time you're reading this, feel free to spike that sucker. Slurpees with gin is one of the best bad ideas Danielle Kuhn ever had, and that's saying something.), walk our fine streets and enjoy. It's FRIDAY and it's SUNNY!!So, we haven't blogged for almost six months. Omg, did you miss us? I know I did. What can I say, we've been busy girls - we move
d (so long sweet commune, hello living room! Comparisons have been made - and not unduly I might add - to fun levels approaching that of Tom Hanks' sweet digs circa 1988.), we made it to Africa and back (recipe for a happy girl - two parts Cruzcampo, one part Maggie May on the iPod, shake gently via the rolling of the boat across the Strait of Gibraltar), we laughed, we cried, we loved, we lost, we may or may not have caused a global financial crisis, we got haircuts. Well, one of us got haircuts. We rediscovered our love for H. St. and one of us discovered for the first time that she's kind of a hustler at Jenga. (Who knew?) We acquired more really sexy bikes (again, one of us did... the other one has to admit that they are really sexy, though), learned how to make chicken lettuce wraps, and got tickets to the Inauguration (BHO, I love you to death, I really do, but I can't believe it wasn't within your unearthly power to raise the temperature on our nation's collective day of orgasm above 25F.) We've done work on Womenomics, gotten down and dirty with Wikipedia in the process, and gotten really reeeallly excited about an upcoming event starting with 'bookp' and ending with 'artayyyy!!' We've made new friends and done way too much bad karaoke with old ones.
d (so long sweet commune, hello living room! Comparisons have been made - and not unduly I might add - to fun levels approaching that of Tom Hanks' sweet digs circa 1988.), we made it to Africa and back (recipe for a happy girl - two parts Cruzcampo, one part Maggie May on the iPod, shake gently via the rolling of the boat across the Strait of Gibraltar), we laughed, we cried, we loved, we lost, we may or may not have caused a global financial crisis, we got haircuts. Well, one of us got haircuts. We rediscovered our love for H. St. and one of us discovered for the first time that she's kind of a hustler at Jenga. (Who knew?) We acquired more really sexy bikes (again, one of us did... the other one has to admit that they are really sexy, though), learned how to make chicken lettuce wraps, and got tickets to the Inauguration (BHO, I love you to death, I really do, but I can't believe it wasn't within your unearthly power to raise the temperature on our nation's collective day of orgasm above 25F.) We've done work on Womenomics, gotten down and dirty with Wikipedia in the process, and gotten really reeeallly excited about an upcoming event starting with 'bookp' and ending with 'artayyyy!!' We've made new friends and done way too much bad karaoke with old ones.So that was then. This is now. What's good now? Everything! If this gorgeous weather bullshit ever knocks off (cross your fingers for never), go see Adventureland, it's awesome. Worth having Falco stuck in your head for four days for. If you don't have Wale in your life, get him in it, now. Even if "getting your U Street on" probably means something different for you then it does for him (I have a hard time seeing him in the sweaty-ass basement of Saint Ex on a Friday night?), it's still good to be able to rep Ovechkin and the 'Skins through verse. Sp
eaking of the 'Skins, NFL schedule comes out on Tuesday, that's baller. Revel in the 16-0 of the pre-pre-season for as long as possible. The cherry blossoms should be about gone by now, but I've always had a softer spot for the magnolias anyway, and you can see them for a lot longer and without having to fight your way into the confused and fanny-pack-packed Orange line cars. (Bitching about tourists = too easy, too boring, too passe? Maybe so, but it's part of the badge of honor you get for living in the city, so I'm keeping with it.) Maya Lin at the Corcoran looks great, another thing to save for a currently unimaginable rainy day.
eaking of the 'Skins, NFL schedule comes out on Tuesday, that's baller. Revel in the 16-0 of the pre-pre-season for as long as possible. The cherry blossoms should be about gone by now, but I've always had a softer spot for the magnolias anyway, and you can see them for a lot longer and without having to fight your way into the confused and fanny-pack-packed Orange line cars. (Bitching about tourists = too easy, too boring, too passe? Maybe so, but it's part of the badge of honor you get for living in the city, so I'm keeping with it.) Maya Lin at the Corcoran looks great, another thing to save for a currently unimaginable rainy day. Overall: Spring has sprung, life is good, let's go bike riding, drinking, etc.?!
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