Whiny post #3

My project at work is going moderately well. I'm learning cool Excel tricks from the RA that is supervising it and doing my first, though simple, replication exercise! It pretty much worked except for one part.

Apparently the local food trucks have Farragut Friday, for which, as the name might suggest, many of them park in Farragut Square on Fridays. My intern friend and I have decided to make Friday food truck lunch a tradition for the summer. 

After work - which was supposed to end at 2:00 in preparation for the long weekend, but actually ended at 2:30 for me - I went to Old Town Alexandria for my very first visit to an ABC Store, where ABC stands for Alcoholic Beverage Control. That's how they sell liquor in Virginia. On my way over from the subway, I walked through a neighborhood that seemed sketchy, a feeling that only intensified when I passed by two guys sitting on a porch and heard a comment about "that booty" as my hind side receded into the distance. 

Once at the ABC Store, I saw Sweet Tea vodka (only in the South...) and took not one, but TWO pictures of it to post on here, however, just like the last time, they didn't get saved onto my phone! Also, I know smartphones aren't exactly known for long-lasting battery life, but it's been discharging completely every 4 hours! Yes, I know, first-world problems.

If you happen to notice the time stamp on this post, you'll see that I am home, writing it at 11pm on Friday night when I could be swatting off drunk admirers at a club instead. I went to jazz in the Sculpture Garden - which has become a permanent fixture of my DC life - and then to Five Guys, where I didn't actually get anything, but inhaled all my friends' extra fries that end up on the bottom of the paper bag. As I was standing behind some lady and waiting to get ketchup, I held my purse and felt that treacherous vibration that my phone performs when it turns off because the battery is completely drained. Unwilling to try to get home after a night of clubbing without the help of trusty Google Maps and the general feeling of assurance that comes with having a working cellphone, I decided to head back at 9pm. And here I am.