Welcome to DC. Let’s take a tour (with the help of my iPhone camera) of what an average week is like in my shoes.
Yoga
Working at my company has a lot of perks. We’re actually pretty spoiled. Recently we started a new wellness initiative – yoga. Every Wednesday a few of us (the few brave enough) change into our workout clothing, grab our yoga mats (or towels), and post up in a conference room. The room itself is dimly lit and the shades are drawn. It’s just enough darkness to get you to relax but just enough light to see your coworker’s asses.
For the next hour you immerse yourself in serenity and trying to not make an ass of yourself. I’ll give some of my…larger…coworkers credit, though. They really throw themselves out there trying to get their fitness on. I will say this: yoga with coworkers is like pooping in the stall next to a coworker. No one you conduct business with on a day-to-day basis wants to hear/see you try that hard.
Farting at a red lightThe other day I’m on the way to work and I have my headphones in and the jams are pumping. Listening to music on the way to work is awesome because it’s like your own little soundtrack. My soundtrack that morning happened to include a LOT of *NSYNC.
I was about three blocks from work and I stop at the crosswalk in Logan Circle. Without any hesitation I let one rip. This fart made my slacks blow in the wind. I had my headphones in so I couldn’t hear it, but I bet the girl standing next to me did. Just me and her standing at the intersection of Turtle Head Road and Flatulence Street.
The next 14 seconds were a battle of who would laugh or would we pretend like it never happened. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye and she did the same to me. The light changed and we went on our merry way. I made sure to walk a few steps behind her.
Street clothing
I have a theory about the city of DC: if you walk through the city for one full day, you will find enough clothing on the street to assemble at least 8 outfits.
First class plumbing
Brought to you by Pepsi?
This guy:
Makes me want this:
New DC metro will melt pizzas! DELICIOUSLY DANGEROUS!
This is Cat
crank up your volume to get the full effect
I moved into a house in Shaw last October and thus far, I’m loving it. The people are cool and the location is fannnntastic. I think the best part of the house is Cat. She is what her namesake states…a cat. Probably the greatest cat there has ever been. She’s super affectionate, loving, and quirky. When my roommate rescued her she was super malnourished and had a bevy of health problems. While she is significantly healthier now, she still sounds like an 80 year old smoker. I captured this video of bath time to explain what I mean.
Thanks for reading. Peace.
