This weekend was incredibly fun, however. Friday night was Fashion's Night Out in Georgetown, and I reconnected with an old friend from home, Morgan, and we went together. It was a really cool atmosphere--a lot of people were super dressed up, the stores were open super late, and the clothes, of course, were fabulous. We only hit a few designer stores before we got distracted by the beauty that is a two-story Urban Outfitters that is open until midnight. After spending the majority of our time there, we migrated to a nearby bar to meet Steve and two of his friends. I forgot that Georgetown is a college area, so the crowd was super young, thus, super wasted. The dance floor was illuminated by cheesy lighting and Katy Perry lyrics, and occupied by swaying bodies and swishing mixed drinks. I was pulled to the dance floor (with the signature "casting a fishing line" move...I am a sucker for cheesiness) by a very ridiculous male, and I remembered why most girls do not dance with white males (they are super awkward). After a couple songs of entertaining dance moves, I excused myself to chat with Morgan and catch up on her life. It amazes me that you can be apart from people for so long (she and I hadn't seen each other in over a year), and still have a natural, easy-going conversation. A few drinks & a lot of laughs later, we headed back home for the night.
I had to work Saturday, but it was actually pretty fun because I canvassed with Katie, who I refer to more as a friend than a co-worker. The day went by remarkably fast, which was good because I was uber-excited for the evening's festivities. After closing up the office, Steve, Allie, Alex, and I headed out to Adams Morgan for debauchery and ridiculousness. We first hit up a restaurant/bar that I always forget the name of--I really only know it as "The Place with Stouth $5 Martinis". We had a tasty dinner, drank some delicious martinis & sangria, and spent some quality time with a Mr. James Charles. Now, James Charles first approached our table with the line "Have you ever had an olive before?". During his visit, he described Allie as "a vampire with boobs", told Alex to "get ready for a man to come into her life", told me that I was "smart, freckly, beautiful, and laughed too much", and--best of all--told Steve that he was an incredible guy, "no homo". The entire experience was absolutely ridiculous, but I have come to expect this whenever we go out in this silly city.
So after our too brief encounter with James Charles, we made the trek to The Black Squirrel--a bar in the heart of Adams Morgan. Adams Morgan is definitely a wild neighborhood--the entire streets are flooded with young people who have had too much to drink, too little money to spend, and friends that do not love them enough to not let them out of the house in the outfit they've selected (seriously...so many girls had shorts on that basically looked like boy short underwear). Once we hit the bar, rounds of Red Headed Slut shots were passed out, the house ale was consumed, and Steve & I introduced Alex & Allie to sweet tea vodka. It was awesome getting to know everyone on a level that wasn't work related--we had a fantastic time. I feel so fortunate that I work with people that I would want to be friends with, even if we weren't in forced capacity of each other everyday. They are funny, smart, and driven--my kind of people, ya know.
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| Steve, me, Alex, & Allie post-delicious pizza consumption |
After a struggle of a walk back to the Metro & a pit stop for the biggest slices of pizza I have ever seen, the four of us headed back to mine & Steve's apartment for a well deserved rest. We all got to sleep in this morning, which was beyond words, and today was spent taking it easy, shopping, and reflecting. I have been super Boone-sick lately, and I hope this will soon be remedied soon. I never thought I could miss a group of people so much! However, I am so excited about this opportunity I've been given, and embrace each moment. Tonight, a praying mantis landed right next to me on the balcony. I looked up the symbolism of his visit, and the appearance of a praying mantis is a message to be still, breathe, and clear up the clutter in your heart. I thank that little guy for his visit, and will be doing just that for the next few days.
It is getting colder as I've written this entry...fall is almost here. :)
