DC Eve

I've made the trip back and forth at least a dozen times. But tomorrow, its for keeps.

After a week of trying to figure out the contents of my life, it was finally loaded into two cars tonight. I can't lie. I was as giddy as a little school girl. Example: As I stood back from our makeshift coffee table to admire my polishing work, I coyly said under my breath "Well, Hello Mr. Rockefeller." Don't worry, a decent amount of self loathing followed. And I calmed down.

Tomorrow's trip down is a long time coming. We've had this dream for almost a year now, and its finally materializing. Especially on the job front: The new location is going to help tremendously. People rarely look at you if you're sending a resume in from 4 hours away. It helped greatly to have the D.C. address on it, but once they found out that it is not where I showered and put on my suit that morning. . . a similar sentiment ensued.

As for tonight, I'm heading out to meet up with a few good friends and share some drinks.

But the train leaves early tomorrow at approximately 6:30 AM.

This could be the rumor mill, but someone said the town is going to assemble?! Yeah, all past acquaintances, the guys from Sicily's, teachers, garbage men, bakers, the ladies from Potts Hot Dogs, librarians, the guy with the high pitched voice from 7-11, pretty much everyone is going to line the streets for my autograph, to kiss their babies, and shed tears as I leave. But that's just what I heard. . .


"Big Gulps, eh?! Well, see ya later!"

23 In DC Soundtrack: The Temper Trap "Sweet Disposition"

These Aussies are finally hitting state side in a summer void of much new talent. Thank God.

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Entry One

"Oh, Washington, D.C. - Neat-O! What are you doing there?"

I could say, "Unemployed" but it sounds dirty. I'm pretty sure you would have had to have a job first and lose it to be 'unemployed' anyway. I prefer to describe my current situation as 'prospecting', however 80% of the time 'begging' would be more accurate.

Hello. My name is Aaron. I am 23. I am moving to Washington D.C.

I graduated in May 2010 with a Liberal Arts Degree in Philosophy/Spanish (a recipe for straight cash) and largely direction-less. The hazily conceived 'next step' was wearing a crisp grey suit, power lunches, self-righteously shouting into a Blackberry, and getting your shoes shined while reading the Wall Street Journal.

Thus far, I have completed one of the above. (Its a really nice suit.) Otherwise, I'm in the midst of finding my way. I would lie if I was not to say I'm confused, slightly frustrated, with momentary bouts of lost. At this point, I just want to travel the Mediterranean peeling potatoes on the yacht of some oil rich Arab Emirate, but something tells me I have to become disgusted with convention first.

Plus, I already signed the apartment lease.

Enter Scott, one of my best friends and now roommate in our English basement apartment situated in East Georgetown. He is also 'prospecting.'

Whether you are family, friend, visitor, or yet unknown stalker - Welcome. Thomas Hobbes once said that 'opportunity + hard work = luck'. Follow along as I get lucky, or not. Regardless, it's going to be some type of ride and at least a half-decent story.

Also, If you find this poorly written or uninteresting, I don't care. My Mom is going to love it.

-Aaron