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My Halloween costume was apparently a premonition; of sorts.  We’ll get to that, but first things first. On Saturday night, a few of us abandoned the district for the greener sprawls of Kensington, MD.  It was the last night of a stage production of The Rocky Horror Picture Show and Patrick was both stage manager [...]

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“No, I insist.” I say this three different ways: 1. No, I insist. 2. No, really, I insist. 3. Doitforchristssake. I’ll explain how this works.  Each is situational. No, I insist. My momma didn’t raise no fool.  Well, obviously she did.  This blog’s archives are all the proof of that you need.  But at least [...]

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I turned 27 yesterday.  It had been one whole year since my last birthday.  One whole year.  It felt like less.  This last year has gone by fast.  How fast?  [insert adverb] fast.  And that’s fast. Until last year, there really was only a small circle of people who knew when my birthday was.  I [...]

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Well, not you, kids.  I know I often call you “kids.”  But today I mean my facial hairs; aka neck-sprouts; aka my-stache support system. My beard is gone.  And I better learn how to face it. It’s a weird time to be beardless.  At least two dudes1 with blogs of the highest repute — 12minds [...]

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It’s not like I live in a metropolitan area or anything.  I mean, everyone knows DC’s reputation for being the boondocks.¹  We’re unimpressed with sewage treatment and as for running water, well, we prefer our water wellish,  stagnant and chock full of encephalitis-carrying ‘squitos. So I should not have been surprised, on my walk home [...]

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you are not my hair

Dear DC metro area, If you think I’m hairy, and you wanna groom me, come on, city, let me know.¹ I am not hairy.  And I don’t mean “I am not hairy” like a creepy guy who insists “I’m not that hairy; my mom says I just got visited a lot by the Hair Fairy [...]

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(This is a true story and so I tried my best not to be unnecessarily graphic, but if real blood loss isn’t your thing…) I was looking right at him but almost didn’t notice when he fell.  It just happened so fast. We were walking home, headed east on New York Avenue, just about a [...]

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hot wheels

Despite what you may have heard,¹ DC’s metro isn’t actually the worst transportation system ever conceived. Yes, sometimes it seems that administratively WMATA would like to vie for that title, but normally you can get from point A to point B (even if you have to stop at point Q and wait for a WMATA [...]

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So two out of three ain’t bad, unless we’re talking about places that serve food and what happens two out of three times is miserable disaster. I didn’t go to be impressed.  I didn’t go with very high expectations.  But who cares why I went?  The point is that, not long after I left, I [...]

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On Saturday morning, I’m at the gas station.  I don’t have a car, though.  It’s the closest place that sells Gatorade and we have a hankering for some lemon lime-flavored electrolytes. I ask the attendant behind the glass — yep; it’s that kind of place — for the beverage of champions.  He goes to get [...]

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