6 posts tagged “silver spring”
- I got told that I will probably be taking over the duties of someone who makes at least 10% more than I do, with no mention of a raise or change in duties, just the addition of this person's job.
- I was told this because "You write well now!" (my italics)
- I lost 5.5 pounds eating almost nothing but fresh vegetables, whole wheat tortillas, hummus, and feta cheese.
- I gained back 1.5 after three margaritas and a bowl of pasta on Thursday.
- I got thoroughly sick of fresh vegetables, whole wheat tortillas, hummus, and feta cheese.
- Also on Thursday, Erin and I were approached at our table outside McGinty's by a woman bearing her Slumber Parties, Inc. business cards.
- Said cards had the tagline "Live the fantasy." Decided that vibrators and dildoes aren't the fantasy and left the cards on the table.
- Our darling server Tommy brought the cards back in and asked me what they were about. I told him to read the tagline, explained what she sells, then told him "Vibrators are not the fantasy."
- I had to bail on a Rootworkers show that I was psyched to go to until balancing my checkbook.
Show us a picture of where you'd like to live and tell us why you want to live there.
Submitted by Warhead.
Welcome to the National Park Seminary at Forest Glen. Formerly part of the Walter Reed Medical Center, a resort for the rich and famous before that, and a girls' boarding school. Construction started in the late 1800s, and the whole complex is being restored and converted to condos and apartments (plus some single family, row- and townhomes). I want to live here (just a mile or so outside of the city limits) almost as much as I want to move away from DC altogether.
- I need a new strapless bra. Desperately.
- The lure of a clutch purse pretty much runs its course after you've dropped it four times in an hour.
- The former house music hotspot of Silver Spring is now just another trendy bar that plays Top 40. Whether or not this will change when the weather does is still up in the air.
- Condo construction has ruined all of my shortcuts for navigating the CBD on foot.
- $9.50 margaritas go down a lot easier when accompanied by nothing than when accompanied by cheese and onion enchiladas.
- The male half of Silver Spring's food/drink service sector seems to be populated almost entirely by hipster boys who find me hilarious. That's probably because they ply me with alcohol, which I pay them for.
- Liquor then beer then more liquor keeps me drunker, longer than the conventional "liquor before beer" ever has.
There's a sunroom that you have to go through to get into the house proper. As far as anyone knows, no one actually made it into the house this time, they just got into the sunroom through a door that no one locked and stole half of the contents of the liquor cabinet. It really upsets me that my little town has gotten so hood. Stealing plastic bottle vodka and Aristrocrat gin is nowhere near gangsta.
I think I'm more upset with the police, who are only visible in my neighborhood when they're there to take reports.
Maybe the first in a series, maybe a one-off entry.
Last night, I hunkered down for happy hour at the local Tex-Mex restaurant with two of my friends. We went outside for a cigarette and a stupefyingly drunk (for 8:00) man came up and started talking to us, quoting Geico commercials and congratulating Will for having two lady friends such as Michele and I. He started congratulating Michele on being so hot. I started talking about how she beat me in a freestyle competition seven times, and he told me to stay positive and one time I may beat her. At this point, another drunk walks by singing the title line of Tony! Toni! Tone!'s number one hit "It Feels Good." We break from that guy and go back inside, where we start discussing unsuitable boy (Will thinks he likes me-likes me, but he's been a litle lax in his response times lately where AIM is concerned [and by lax, I mean he hasn't been responding to me at all]), and I go off on my hatred of white men for dating purposes (I will get into this at a later date). At this point, a man to the left leans over and says "I don't mean to eavesdrop, but that's the funniest thing I've ever heard." Then he turns around and goes back to his business. We continue our own business, then go out for another cigarette. When we get back, the two Army guys who have been sitting to our right strike up a conversation with the three of us. MIchele and I start talking to them about how Uncle Sam didn't want us in the 90's (she has flat feet, I weighed 260), and they start teasing us. We start messing with them and instantly get dubbed "Sarcasm Squared." My memory is a little hazy but it was pretty funny at the time. That's right around the point where we left. It was a good night for drunks.
Not only do I share a birthday with Lewis Black, I also share a hometown with him. And I share his sentiment regarding the town: "It's like growing up nowhere."
