SCOTTIE 2 HOTTIE*
My friend Scott (used to live in DC but has since relocated to Bloomington-Normal, IL) rolled into town this weekend almost completely unannounced. We all received text messages Thursday afternoon saying– I’ll be in DC this weekend! To which we all responded– Great! Thanks for ALL the notice. He kept claiming it was a super “last minute” trip which I declare to be bullshit, as he purchased the plane ticket a couple weeks prior.
Scott and I worked together at my first job in DC. It was an awkward business model that I’ll explain at a much later date but one that called for my co-workers and I to spend about 60 hours a week together for 6 months straight. We slept in hotel rooms together, worked until we were delirious and completely irrational human beings and over the course of that 6 months– became very close. Which was good considering we spent entirely too much time together.
Scott was the very first friend I made not only at that job, but in DC. The two of us spent a lot of time drinking at Union Pub, dancing to MGMT, chain smoke cigarettes in his tiny kitchen and then wake up innocently spooning (and dressed I might add) in his single bed. When he rolls into town, we try to recreate as much of that as possible now that we are both non-smokers and his girlfriend was traveling with him. Which means we just drank a lot.
*No one actually calls him that, for the record.
THEY ALWAYS LEAVE YOU
Scott is an example of one of the things that I hate about living in Washington, DC. People always leave you. I think I’ve burned through like 145 different groups of friends since I moved here almost 3 years ago and not because people don’t want to be my friend (because I’m AWESOME) but because those bitches keep moving on me– grad school, law school, better job, administration changes etc.
Needless to say, if you’re going to live in DC, you best get used to making new friends often and fast because this isn’t a place in which people are like– YES! I would love to spend half a million dollars on a tiny house in a moderately dangerous neighborhood and then have to pay 15K for my kid to play with blocks in private preschool because the DC Public Schools are so bad. No, they’re like– let’s move to Reston! Or Milwaukee! Or Bloomington-Normal!
So yes, my weekend was lovely. Old friends and I bonded like mother fuckers, I ate 2 cheeseburgers in the course of 6 hours (which was mildly concerning the next morning, so I ate some vegetables), drank oyster shooters (which are disgusting) and did a lot of laundry.
I spent yesterday curled up on the couch with coffee and vegetables and watched Love and Other Drugs. It’s a very good movie, as it is 100% enjoyable seeing Jake Gyllenhaal half naked. Although I must admit I was concerned about seeing Anne Hathaway half naked because she was a PRINCESS. Seriously girl, what would Julie Andrews say? Hard to take a former princess seriously with no top on. Think about it.