Cigarettes and Mayonnaise

" poor people love mayonnaise. They make mayonnaise sandwhiches. Don't you listen to Trick Daddy?"


On that note, goodnight.

A day at the office...

Points of Reflection

Its exponentially more difficult to pass background checks / employment certification at Washington Sports Club than it is for a congressional office.

Also, people seem to demand more from their gym than their congressman and become more encited by oversite with yoga schedules than overspenditures in domestic policy.

This is the world you live in.

lower case letters, and the current state of my pinky.

yes, that was an actual picture of my pinky. yes, using only one hand shall i record this entry, hence the gramatical errors. and yes, the plastic surgeon triumphantly put humpty dumpty back together again. thank god.

as told, after work on friday i take the trip home. after a day of my parents showering my largely unemployed self with new shoes/suit/etc, i head over to the neighbors party. later, after i return home, i decide to close a door in such a manner as to not use the handle.

everybody does it, so i wanted to beat the cliche.

bad idea. pinky went into hinge. pinky was destroyed.

you must be thinking, how stupid!? i couldn't agree more.

was told be e.r. bone was probably broken, tendon damage, and i would be nail-less for eternity. goodbye hand modeling.

my finger then 'marinaded' if you will - allowing swelling to go down over 3 day period.

then, my savior, sanjay gupta . . . or a plastic surgeon figure generally fitting his profile + mustache. but mustaches only lend further credibility so i was sold.

approx 20 stitches and one minor surgery later, not only am i once again a real boy, but will also have a fully intact finger, plus nail.

that is the story. not glorious. not flattering. if you can stomach it, more pictures to come.

My finger.

This sucks.

Train Time

That is the current view from my MARC train from DC to Baltimore. Headed home for the weekend for an ol' fashion kegger/bonfire/barbecue bonanza with a great group of people.

I was so engaged with watching the city disappear as the train left that a train person was able to take my ticket, rip the stub, and place it back down without me noticing.

Thats bad.

See you soon St. James Court.

Lunch

"Its when 'disturbia' was cool."

Me, jamie,  scott, victoria and lots of wine. A great night to cap off a day of the intern blues.  Made sweet potatoe chips, med. lentil salad, and more wine. Back to the valley after tomorrows attempt at asserting intern dominance. I shall explain at a later date.

Entourage

First, I would like to apologize to those viewing some of my uploaded pictures from a desktop because you are forced into neck breaking poses in order to see the photo. However, I have yet to figure out how to properly alter them, and some are too good to pass up.

Such as the above. A classic congressional entourage that I found myself behind while walking to the bathroom.  If I was only as important as I sometimes appear to be.

Validation?

Guess I shouldn't be so conscious about hiding that intern badge after all. At least the original 90210 wasn't popular when I was in my teens.

Life as it is.

That's my current view of the world, sipping coffee from the third floor cafe of Barnes and Nobles.  Iced coffee... no ice.  It usually draws a look from the given barrista. 

I find myself here, wanting to backhanr the dude next me who is coaching this girl on the phone as how to drive, eat yogurt,and talk on her cell phone -all in the most disgusting pet voice you can fathom.

Really, I road my bike here after getting out of work to meet Scott and Jamie.  Scott is filling out state department tests while Jamie reads something that looks like Vanity Fair. Standard.

So it looks like Ill be working 8 to 6 on mondays and tuesdays at Washington Sports Club Georgetown.  Staff seems fun, they are paying me a decent wage, and I get the unlimited east coast membership for free. Not bad. Plus, its down the street from my house so lunch break takes place in my living room.

Today was Congresses' first day back in session. When I show up to work tomorrow, the halls will be abuzz with politicians left and right- walking fast and talking faster.  I'm excited what the change in work means for me. All I truly know thus far is that I have to wear a suit, or at least tie and jacket. But the way I see it, dress for the job you want, not the job you have. Tacky, yes. Effective, most probably. Its a vain world; play by its rules or suffer its consequences.  I'll play.

Stay tuned.

Baked & wired

Don't worry, mom. Its the name of the cafe. Jamie and I escaped the  war room for a little bit to get some work done. Depicted above is jamie's drink. He's a Twilight fan.

Cheese Lollies.

A new creation from our renowned culinary repetoir. 

Dude, he's a Senator.

Upon further investigation and me playing the 'how fast can i get your business card' game, the guy was not a senator- contradicting the information overheard by Jamie later to be understood as to have come from a drunk bum.  

But those Z burgers at 3 a.m. were sent from God.  

"hey guys, i'm mobile uploading!"

In the spirit of experimentation, I am uploading this post from my 'mobile device.' Yet, it is still a sad time when people can't seem to stop texting/tweeting/updating even when in the most stimulating social situations.  You know who you are.

So our friend Jamie has been crashing at our place for the last few days. He had an interview in the district, and if all goes well we shall gain another soldier to the ranks.

Last night was great. Headed out into Georgetown, per usual. Deck bar at Old Glory. Met up with fellow Gettsburg grads and painted the town red.

Is that the right saying? Even if it is, I promise to never use it again.

We slept till approx 1 p.m., and are napping around while watching National Treasure, the said film that occurs in and around Washington D.C.  While we could as easily head out and do it all ourselves, we're too lazy.

Plus, there would be no soundtrack or Nicolas Cage.

Lose. Lose.

DC United / Continuation of the 'Revolving Door'

Pretty soon excuses won't be enough, but I have not posted because - yet again - this week was incredibly busy. Starting on Monday, our friend Sam came in to town in order to secure his visa at the Ministry of Baguettes, Skinny Cigarettes, and Berets . . the French Embassy.

After he left, Scott and I attended a D.C. United Game- the Capital's MLS futbol team. It was my present to him on his birthday and what a treat it was!



Above is an unclear representation of the motley crew that assembled for a Wednesday night game for the United. One must realize, United used to be the cream of the crop - having won most Championship games after the inception of the league. But now, they are a shell of what they were. . . and so are there fans. In the good 'ol days, they had three seperate hooligan 'gangs' - El Norte (who sat at the North end of the stadium) Barra Brava, and . . . some other guys. The large hispanic population in DC loved the games and families did too as the team held packages perfect for a hot dog, soda, and a situation where you couldn't escape 'bonding' with mom.

However, now the beer vendors know the fans by name and many high school matches put the turn out to shame. Regardless, its somehow the same crowd that plays fantasy games on the internet and stays up late for the new Harry Potter arrival that have taken over this stadium. Lets just say, we had to pony up absurd amount of money and drink for it all to make sense.



During one of my 'Capitol' training sessions, I made a friend over how boring the presentation was and we kept in touch. Turns out, she had connections to teams Goalie so Scott and I were able to bounce up to the box seats. From this vantage point, you can truly see how empty the once magnificent RFK Stadium truly is.

But regardless, the bizarness of the scene created the oddest spectacle which in turn was incredibly entertaining. . . kind of like Circ de Soleil, but if normal people were the ones on stage.



On Saturday, the stars just aligned just perfectly as to have some of my best friends from home come down for the night. I gave them the standard package - night life, breakfast sandwiches for Tu oh tu Cafe, White House, and National Mall (hint: doesn't have an Orange Julius).

In a quick exchange of personnel, my parents arrived to stalk the place full of things I don't want to/ am too poor to buy. Hung over, I go to pick up suits to Potomac Mills - some sort of super mall where Noah dumped the contents of his arc. The food court looked like a neon lit UN refugee camp. Got the suits, got out.

Stopped into a store to see if they had a sport coat in my size. Go to the front desk, and its my friend Dan. The world got to small. I got back on the arc, and left.

As per the title of this post, our place has been like a 'revolving door.' If you shall like to keep the door revolving, I can send you an application or you can pick them up outside my door. $10 processing fee. No Checks or COD's.