In a dancing mood, Roommate #1 and I ended up going out tonight to check out the nightlife. It ended up being pretty disappointing. We did find a rooftop sort of place that had a great view of the rising moon, so we stood there and talked for a while over Ginger Ale (I was so good about just drinking water this year... until I realized that Coca Cola is responsible for Ginger Ale, and there's a free supply of it in the kitchen at work. I am doomed...). It began to get crowded around 11PM, and that's when we decided to leave. The place we had gone ended up not having a dance floor, which was probably for the best anyway; Roommate #1 had worn some pretty shoes, but they were killing her feet. The decision to go home was pretty easy. Honestly, it was a little cold, and we had fresh cookies and milk at home. No contest. On our way out the door, a guy grabbed my wrist and said "You leaving already, baby?"
Uh. Yeah. And I'm not your baby.
I walked away pretty quickly, and later wondered what would have happened if I had flashed him the ring I wear on my left hand. My first thought was that it would have been interesting to witness a reaction to that, but then the followup thought was that it would probably have been a discouraging reaction. I've had friends who have been approached (in California, not here) by guys who didn't care that they were married. (Obviously, I'm not, but I wasn't about to tell stranger guy that. I didn't feel threatened, but I didn't particularly care to be talking to someone I didn't know when I was out with a friend.)
I think LinkTanks and culture events are more my thing. Oh well. The appeal that DC nightlife holds is just like the appeal alcohol holds for me: none at all.
Taser and pepperspray at the ready, we walked arm-in-arm to the Metro since we were passing dark alleys, and then enjoyed a quiet metro trip home. Other TWC students were coming back at the same time, so we walked in a small group. My bed was a welcome reprieve from the loud thumping music that spilled out of every building on U Street... and the best part? The cookie was chewy.
As I drifted off to sleep, I came to two conclusions:
1) The cool thing about sleeping by the front door is getting to see everyone coming and going.
2) The bad thing about sleeping by the front door is that you hear everyone coming home at 1am from a Saturday evening. This evening, I was regaled with a rather off-beat, sharp rendition of Star Spangled Banner. His patriotism is to be commended, I'm sure, but an encore was not requested.
Uh. Yeah. And I'm not your baby.
I walked away pretty quickly, and later wondered what would have happened if I had flashed him the ring I wear on my left hand. My first thought was that it would have been interesting to witness a reaction to that, but then the followup thought was that it would probably have been a discouraging reaction. I've had friends who have been approached (in California, not here) by guys who didn't care that they were married. (Obviously, I'm not, but I wasn't about to tell stranger guy that. I didn't feel threatened, but I didn't particularly care to be talking to someone I didn't know when I was out with a friend.)
I think LinkTanks and culture events are more my thing. Oh well. The appeal that DC nightlife holds is just like the appeal alcohol holds for me: none at all.
Taser and pepperspray at the ready, we walked arm-in-arm to the Metro since we were passing dark alleys, and then enjoyed a quiet metro trip home. Other TWC students were coming back at the same time, so we walked in a small group. My bed was a welcome reprieve from the loud thumping music that spilled out of every building on U Street... and the best part? The cookie was chewy.
As I drifted off to sleep, I came to two conclusions:
1) The cool thing about sleeping by the front door is getting to see everyone coming and going.
2) The bad thing about sleeping by the front door is that you hear everyone coming home at 1am from a Saturday evening. This evening, I was regaled with a rather off-beat, sharp rendition of Star Spangled Banner. His patriotism is to be commended, I'm sure, but an encore was not requested.
Blessings,
Clarice
Clarice
