Interesting fact about Scotch: His stomach is a black hole.
This kid can eat anything and everything to the point where it scares me. He also does not gain weight which makes him a jerk. But I guess this is good for me. This means I can now taste everything I want knowing that whatever I can’t finish won’t go to waste. Possibilities are endless! Our stomachs couldn’t be any more compatible. It’s kind of funny.. whenever I or my friends are eating around him there always comes that moment when he finishes his meal (always first) and then eyes your/our food and we are forced to ask “Um, want some”? His eyes light up and a huge grin overcomes him. Those words are like music to his ears.
Also, Scotch drinks more coffee than I do. I KNOW, right?? He has a Starbucks gold card. I don’t even have a Starbucks gold card! Just a few things I am learning about Scotch..
Above is a photo of 1 of the 3 empanadas we had post Shake Shack dinner pre Pinkberry dessert. Here I am still getting over the shock that is what he considers to be “a small bite”. Compare our bite sizes.. Guess which is mine and which is his. Yeah, he’s going to be a pain in the ass to share food with.
Looks like the foodie within me has been resurrected.
Julia’s Empanda
1221 Connecticut Avenue Northwest
Washington D.C., DC
Where I spend most of my weekends. A place that sells coffee + wine + red velvet ice cream + snickernoodle cookies + has free wifi (outside too) = I belong here.
Northside Social
3211 Wilson Blvd
Arlington, VA 22201
(703) 465-0145
My only complaint is that it can get very loud inside (especially downstairs). I recommend sitting upstairs during non wine bar hours (you can still order wine), or outside if you plan on getting actual work done here.
Also, everyone in this city owns a Thinkpad. EVERYONE. In college I got so much crap about having such an ugly pc (Thinkpad) and felt like a loser for not owning a swanky looking Dell (because that’s what everyone owned during MY college days). I tried so had to convince everyone that my Thinkpad was not 10 years old and how legit it was (do you know how expensive Thinkpads pre Llenovo days were??) but got nowhere because nobody, NOBODY had a Thinkpad in college.
Pffffft. Ok? PFFFFFT!
Tangsuyuk (our version of sweet and sour chicken/beef. Very different from Chinese version.. ours is ..um.. better =)
Papa K wanted Korean Chinese food for dinner.
I have to say, DC Korean food makes Chicago Korean food look so SO bad. I can not deny this…
4 very preppy looking white guys just walked into the lounge. They are wearing pastel colored polo shirts and khaki shorts. Oh and they brought along a six pack of.. Budweiser.
(I try not to judge a man by the beer he drinks but really?)
They must be law students.. they are cracking not so funny law related jokes. The kind where they are trying way too hard to brag about their law school-ness so the jokes end up being more awkward than funny.
The “leader” of the group kind of looks like Blaine from Glee except more repressed gay than just gay. I’m waiting for him to break out in song..
And wow, they just turned on some loud country music (which is coming from their ipod sad to say) and um.. what? WHAT?? NOW THEY’RE CHANGING THE CHANNEL ON THE TV!
Clearly, CLEARLY I was watching Real Housewives.The other girl in the room who is also half studying and half watching the show just gave me a look. ..”Oh no they didn’t” is what she just telepathically told me.
These white boys should know better than to mess with a Korean Woman’s TV…
Now I’m going to have to go all Teresa Giudice on their asses..
The Future Laureates
Going to see these guys at the Rock and Roll Hotel on Friday.
These dudes are from my class (Loyola 2008). I have met some of them in passing through mutual friends at various house parities but I couldn’t really consider myself friends with them.. yet.
Actually, a bunch of Loyolans that have relocated to DC are meeting on Friday to show our support. I’m looking forward to this second go at becoming friends with all these acquaintances/facebook friends I didn’t really get to know while we were in school together.
I think one of the guitarists is engaged to a girl who was best friend’s with my first Freshman year roommate and used to always annoyingly sit on my bed. Should I bring this up on Friday?
..yeah, probably wont.
103 degrees
I can now say I’ve experienced both negative temperatures as well as above 100 degrees.
I will say that 103 is not as bad as I thought it would be. But that might be because anything higher than 85 really feels the same: disgustingly hot.
I can’t believe that I used to think 80 degrees was uncomfortably warm. Living in DC this summer is really humbling the hell out of me. I took for granted cool winds, cool summers and not having a shiny face 24/7.
I live off of oil removing sheets, endless bottles of water and I don’t remember what life without B.O. on public transportation feels like. Everyone and everything is sticky. You can’t touch anything. It’s like living in small, poorly ventilated gym minus the workout and endorphin rush.
DC metro system should really consider installing air fresheners on their trains and all dressing rooms in this city should require people to put on perfume before entering.
The one perk of 103 degree weather is never being hungry. It really kills your appetite.
So between -15 and 103 degrees, which would I prefer?
-15.
Because having to wear gigantic Eskimo fur hats and wearable sleeping bags beats having to wear clothes when even feeling naked feels like too much.
I’ve been getting into arguments with some of my friends who’ve grown up here about the “horrors” of living in above 90 degree temperature. But I think I should remind you guys that living in the suburbs with an air conditioned car is very different than living in a city where walking in above 90 degree temperatures and riding in jam packed trains is the norm.
So I spend a considerably amount of time talking about how much I miss Chicago and how hot, humid and conservative DC is.
It is a little unfair I admit..and why DC followers still bother to follow me, well you guys are a better person than I ever will be.
So I’ve decided to stop being so much of a bitch and write about the very much ignored positive parts of living in DC. ..
The Metro System
it’s super clean and comfortable and wide and technically you can stand without holding on to anything. People from the burbs may disagree with my high opinion on Metro’s cleanliness but the fact that I have yet to see a single homeless person inside a tunnel or on the trains..that says something.
Also, the tunnels kind of remind me of Starwars which is like the best movie on Earth.
(Source: subwaygrl, via sylviac)
Jeanne having a “step up moment” as I rest my purty little feet.
Then after stopping by a Breeze Cafe for some bing soo, overpriced coffee and gelato we decided to end the night dancing. First at Public where we where pushed, shoved and cornered and then at Midtown which wasn’t so happening but it didn’t really matter because we pretty much tore up the dance floor anyway.
By the way, it must suck.. SUCK to be a guy in this city. Every “going out” experience I’ve had in this city so far has pretty much been a huge sausage fest. The line for Midtown was ridiculous. There were probably about 15 men, then 2 girls, 10 more men then 3 girls. You’d think this would excite me.. but no. I find it a little unfair (pfft right) and kind of.. scary (really, it is).
I now see why girls here move on so easily and so quickly after a breakup.
My new DC crew and I finally tackled Honey Pig last night.
If you’ve never experienced Korean BBQ, you have not lived. I am semi serious about this.
was about to buy this maxi dress until I read that the length is 5’7. Bummer.
This would be doable if I knew how to walk around in heels.
..And I would be able to walk around in heels if the sidewalks here were updated some time after oh I don’t know, 1776??
Brick sidewalks? Are you kidding me?
I know, isn’t it so weird?
You guys, that’s a hill… and there are lots of them here in DC.
Walking up them is not too bad. It’s kind of like a free workout. Walking down them however, well for a girl who is abnormally paranoid of falling down, it’s what I like to call a rrrrreal bitch.
Will I ever fall in love with you?
I don’t know.
In my heart is still EL.
But maybe one day..
Got my eyebrows did (threaded). My first time.
It was painful, awkward and totally worth $12. It was also done in some basement salon decked out in Hindi decor..which was also a first.
(And yes, I look stupid here. No shame.)
Dupont Threading
1314 18th Street Northwest
Washington D.C., DC 20036-1869
(202) 293-1748
Portable office series #2
Today’s office, or at least my current one:
A random parking lot in Annandale. I’m currently sitting in the car waiting for my mama to finish talking to her accountant.
I feel like I’m 16 again.
My mother told me to stay put but right across the street is “Breeze bakery cafe” a popular Korean coffee shop which sells sweet potato lattes. Hmm.. it’s going to require me to cross a 6 lane street ..
Doable? For coffee, anything is possible.
This may be the nicest apartment building I have ever been in. The lounge is BALLER. There are a few other residents working in here so I’m not going to go prance around the room and snap photos. These are my neighbors.. gotta keep it real. Ya feel?
The front part of the lounge looks like an fancy New England style library room which is to be expected because this city takes the whole “political style” seriously..sometimes too much so. Everything including restaurants names, bar names, the design of 80 percent of the buildings here are all related to some founding father or the constitution. It’s almost feels like a joke.
Ok, so technically this is my parent’s apartment building in which I am temporarily living in until I get situated in this new city.. but still, for bragging sake I’m going to refer to it as “my apartment”. Muhahaha..
Did i mention? My former roommate happens to have moved here half a year ago and lives right down the street?!
