I've decided to make this a series because I have a feeling it's going to be a common theme throughout the summer.
Yesterday morning, I thought I had time, so I dawdled a little bit, then decided it wasn't a huge deal if I caught the 8:10 bus. Unfortunately, the 8:10 bus never showed up, so I got onto the 8:20, which, of course, got stuck in a huge traffic jam, so the ride that should have taken 11 minutes actually took 35. I caught the Blue line at the Pentagon, but it was super packed and my access to the highly sought after vertical hold bar was directly obstructed by the considerably sized beer bellies of two men. I'm too short to reach the horizontal bar at the top, so I just thought I'd put my feet at shoulder width and stick it out. Which I did, until I almost fell over onto someone behind me and one of the beer belly guys moved to accommodate me.
After work, I went to the jazz concert at the sculpture garden with a friend from school and a fellow intern. We got a prime spot, on the inner side of the ledge around the artificial pond, which lets you dip your feet into the water.
The whole affair made even more memorable by the sporadic torrential rain that soaked my shoes and pants. Towards the end of the concert, some people, likely full of sangria that is sold in plastic pitchers throughout the event, strutted to the center of the pond.
Following the concert, we went to the Ultrabar happy hour/mixer to mingle with people from other schools. It was slow to start, but got better as time went on. I stayed until midnight, when the ratio of college kids to sketchy randos got too low.
After the happy hour, I decided I would ride the Blue line to the Pentagon and either catch a bus from there or call a cab. I missed the 12:30am bus by about 3 minutes, so I was going to split a cab with some dude also going to Alexandria. The cab company told me there was going to be a wait of half an hour or more, but I thought that was the only cab for that area, so I said ok. After I had waited for about 45 minutes - at which point the wait for the bus was only a few more minutes - the cab finally showed up and I opted for the bus instead.
I finally got home at 2am, which made me feel as if I had just returned from a regular Friday night out at school and miss my friends who would not be around to recap the happenings of the night with.
Yesterday morning, I thought I had time, so I dawdled a little bit, then decided it wasn't a huge deal if I caught the 8:10 bus. Unfortunately, the 8:10 bus never showed up, so I got onto the 8:20, which, of course, got stuck in a huge traffic jam, so the ride that should have taken 11 minutes actually took 35. I caught the Blue line at the Pentagon, but it was super packed and my access to the highly sought after vertical hold bar was directly obstructed by the considerably sized beer bellies of two men. I'm too short to reach the horizontal bar at the top, so I just thought I'd put my feet at shoulder width and stick it out. Which I did, until I almost fell over onto someone behind me and one of the beer belly guys moved to accommodate me.
After work, I went to the jazz concert at the sculpture garden with a friend from school and a fellow intern. We got a prime spot, on the inner side of the ledge around the artificial pond, which lets you dip your feet into the water.
The whole affair made even more memorable by the sporadic torrential rain that soaked my shoes and pants. Towards the end of the concert, some people, likely full of sangria that is sold in plastic pitchers throughout the event, strutted to the center of the pond.
Following the concert, we went to the Ultrabar happy hour/mixer to mingle with people from other schools. It was slow to start, but got better as time went on. I stayed until midnight, when the ratio of college kids to sketchy randos got too low.
After the happy hour, I decided I would ride the Blue line to the Pentagon and either catch a bus from there or call a cab. I missed the 12:30am bus by about 3 minutes, so I was going to split a cab with some dude also going to Alexandria. The cab company told me there was going to be a wait of half an hour or more, but I thought that was the only cab for that area, so I said ok. After I had waited for about 45 minutes - at which point the wait for the bus was only a few more minutes - the cab finally showed up and I opted for the bus instead.
I finally got home at 2am, which made me feel as if I had just returned from a regular Friday night out at school and miss my friends who would not be around to recap the happenings of the night with.
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