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FreeballinDC
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A quick list of reasons why I love it here. And I've caught myself doing some of the same things.
You don't consider exploding manhole covers to be an unusual
occurrence.
When it takes you 45 minutes to drive 3 miles on I-66, 95, 395,
495, 50, 123, 29, or 270, it's a pretty good day.
When there are at least 15 ways to get everywhere and you know
which way to go based on the weather, time of day, current
political climate, terrorism road closures, and whether you are
coming or going.
When you get a person's phone number, you get their home number AND their cell phone number AND work number AND work e-mail AND personal e-mail AND either put it in your own cell phone or in your palm pilot.
When you pay more money in parking tickets in a year than you do in medical bills, college costs and rent combined.
You don't need a dictionary and a Ph.D. to read and comprehend
the parking signs and regulations.
You know that driving through Georgetown, you will hear the music of the car next to you louder than you can hear your own.
When "I got stuck behind a motorcade" is a common and real excuse for being late.
When 'finding a parking space actually becomes an appointment on your calendar. (E.g.. 7:00-8:00 Gym, 8:30-9:00PM - find a parking space, 9:00-10:30PM - Dinner reservations.)
When you meet someone else from the DC area and the first thing you ask them is where they went to school and what they do for a living.
When you've never once been to Wal-Mart and don't even know if
there is one.
When you say you're going to the mall and you don't mean
shopping.
When you know the Old Post Office doesn't sell stamps, yet point
tourists there anyway.
When you will never refer to the 'Metro' as the 'subway'.
When you elbow tourists out of the way on the Metro escalators to 'gently' remind them to WALK LEFT, STAND RIGHT.
When you actually block out time in your schedule for the
escalator ride at Dupont Circle, Rosslyn or Tenleytown.
When going to work early means being there by 9:00AM.
When you call it Targét, not Target, and are well aware that the
one in Alexandria is just a 'tad different'.
When Washington National Airport is and will always be
"WASHINGTON NATIONAL", not Reagan National".
When you're either a Lawyer, Lobbyist, Politician, Student or IT
professional and seem confused and perplexed when someone informs you they don't fit one of the above categories.
When you claim that there's nothing to do on a weekend night even when you have the entire nation's capitol to explore.
When you have the metro map memorized, yet act like you don't
know when someone asks you how to get to Metro Center.
When you meet someone else who says they're from the DC area and you realize they live two hours away from you.
When you notice that there's been construction on the same
stretch of highway for the past 5 years and you never see anyone
working on it.
When you know you've crossed into Northern Virginia, without ever seeing a sign, only because your speedometer goes from 60 to 0.
When the few times you have gotten lost in DC you have somehow ALWAYS ended up in Anacostia and every road out somehow leads back to Anacostia.
When people from outside the area are thrown off by your sarcasm.
When you realize that I-395 is Northern Virginia's version of
NASCAR. We don't watch it, we just do it.
You don't consider exploding manhole covers to be an unusual
occurrence.
When it takes you 45 minutes to drive 3 miles on I-66, 95, 395,
495, 50, 123, 29, or 270, it's a pretty good day.
When there are at least 15 ways to get everywhere and you know
which way to go based on the weather, time of day, current
political climate, terrorism road closures, and whether you are
coming or going.
When you get a person's phone number, you get their home number AND their cell phone number AND work number AND work e-mail AND personal e-mail AND either put it in your own cell phone or in your palm pilot.
When you pay more money in parking tickets in a year than you do in medical bills, college costs and rent combined.
You don't need a dictionary and a Ph.D. to read and comprehend
the parking signs and regulations.
You know that driving through Georgetown, you will hear the music of the car next to you louder than you can hear your own.
When "I got stuck behind a motorcade" is a common and real excuse for being late.
When 'finding a parking space actually becomes an appointment on your calendar. (E.g.. 7:00-8:00 Gym, 8:30-9:00PM - find a parking space, 9:00-10:30PM - Dinner reservations.)
When you meet someone else from the DC area and the first thing you ask them is where they went to school and what they do for a living.
When you've never once been to Wal-Mart and don't even know if
there is one.
When you say you're going to the mall and you don't mean
shopping.
When you know the Old Post Office doesn't sell stamps, yet point
tourists there anyway.
When you will never refer to the 'Metro' as the 'subway'.
When you elbow tourists out of the way on the Metro escalators to 'gently' remind them to WALK LEFT, STAND RIGHT.
When you actually block out time in your schedule for the
escalator ride at Dupont Circle, Rosslyn or Tenleytown.
When going to work early means being there by 9:00AM.
When you call it Targét, not Target, and are well aware that the
one in Alexandria is just a 'tad different'.
When Washington National Airport is and will always be
"WASHINGTON NATIONAL", not Reagan National".
When you're either a Lawyer, Lobbyist, Politician, Student or IT
professional and seem confused and perplexed when someone informs you they don't fit one of the above categories.
When you claim that there's nothing to do on a weekend night even when you have the entire nation's capitol to explore.
When you have the metro map memorized, yet act like you don't
know when someone asks you how to get to Metro Center.
When you meet someone else who says they're from the DC area and you realize they live two hours away from you.
When you notice that there's been construction on the same
stretch of highway for the past 5 years and you never see anyone
working on it.
When you know you've crossed into Northern Virginia, without ever seeing a sign, only because your speedometer goes from 60 to 0.
When the few times you have gotten lost in DC you have somehow ALWAYS ended up in Anacostia and every road out somehow leads back to Anacostia.
When people from outside the area are thrown off by your sarcasm.
When you realize that I-395 is Northern Virginia's version of
NASCAR. We don't watch it, we just do it.
Seems like a lifetime ago...
