Cutting Straight to the chase: The following is the much anticipated preview of our humble abode. Enjoy.
Notice the dresser? The girl was one of the many people I emailed, only to be immediately shot down. However, the guy never came to pick it up so it was ours for the taking. After the generous help from our friend Dan, and a truck lent to us by a Sergeant of the Arlington Police Department (Dan's brother-in-law), we went east of the Capitol to pick up the beaut.
Last night we had our first sample of the DC nightlife, so my body is a little ruined at this point. I'll share more tomorrow, but generally sentiment right now is that I love this city.
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Friday, August 6, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
You'd think that if someone posted a dresser on Craiglist at 10:55, and you responded by 11:00, that it would be yours. Not true. I've attempted to gain furniture for us with the same unlucky misses happening regularly. I've even included sob stories about being "recent graduates desperate for furniture" etc. . . and all I get is sincere apologies, which coming from faceless Craigslister's almost guilts me. Almost.
My grandmother is supposedly praying for me because she thinks I'll become lonely/overwhelmed/alcoholic/unemployed in the city. The last of which isn't so bad. Gram, if you could focus your prayers towards a free dresser, around 8 drawers, and 60'long in dark brown or black, that would be much appreciated.
On a positive note, the above pile has been long deconstructed. The place is really coming together, but not yet enough for the great reveal. Stay tuned.
This is a shot from around the hood. Everyone's familiar with "Cake Boss" on TLC - the show where obnoxious New Jersey-ites make outlandish cakes and bitch about it? Well, TLC has done the same for two sisters who sell expensive cupcakes in Georgetown. Since the show has aired, the line goes up and around the block. With an estimated wait time of 45 minutes. If the hundreds of people in that line volunteered their times towards the fight for cancer, we would probably have a cure. Actually, probably not - because they were dumb enough to stand in that line when the temp was over 100 degrees.
Although us young professionals are relentless in our pursuit of becoming the biggest of players in the game, some downtime is required. Pictured is Scott and our high tech entertainment system playing a Digital Video Disc, or DVD as it is commonly known.
Otherwise, the morning has been spent job searching, networking, and caffeine high's and low's. Till later.
My grandmother is supposedly praying for me because she thinks I'll become lonely/overwhelmed/alcoholic/unemployed in the city. The last of which isn't so bad. Gram, if you could focus your prayers towards a free dresser, around 8 drawers, and 60'long in dark brown or black, that would be much appreciated.
On a positive note, the above pile has been long deconstructed. The place is really coming together, but not yet enough for the great reveal. Stay tuned.
This is a shot from around the hood. Everyone's familiar with "Cake Boss" on TLC - the show where obnoxious New Jersey-ites make outlandish cakes and bitch about it? Well, TLC has done the same for two sisters who sell expensive cupcakes in Georgetown. Since the show has aired, the line goes up and around the block. With an estimated wait time of 45 minutes. If the hundreds of people in that line volunteered their times towards the fight for cancer, we would probably have a cure. Actually, probably not - because they were dumb enough to stand in that line when the temp was over 100 degrees.
Although us young professionals are relentless in our pursuit of becoming the biggest of players in the game, some downtime is required. Pictured is Scott and our high tech entertainment system playing a Digital Video Disc, or DVD as it is commonly known.
Otherwise, the morning has been spent job searching, networking, and caffeine high's and low's. Till later.
Friday, July 23, 2010
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
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
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