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Metro Rage: Part III October 16, 2008

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Empanadas as Weapons: A True Story October 10, 2008

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Today begins our semi-weekly installment of short stories by Jenn.  Today’s is, “Empanadas as Weapons: A True Story.”  Yes, it’s true, just like the title says.


Crowds of people are swarming the sidewalks, crossing the street while police officers whistle and yell. Cars move slowly through bodies of pedestrians, attempting to escape unharmed. Voices are loud on cellphones, asking Where are you? What happened? A girl is crying on the steps to a building, a mess of hair around her face and one high heel slipping off her foot.


There hasn’t been an accident. Or a terrorist attack. It’s just Saturday night in Adams Morgan.


In Georgetown, there’s drinking, popped collars and some bad dancing. In Farragut West, there’s drinking, bad clubs and strippers. In Dupont, there’s drinking and gay pride. In Adams Morgan, there’s drunk madness. A typical night on 18th and Columbia begins with the best intentions and ends with stumbling drunkness, Jumbo Slice and witnessing a fight. If you’re lucky, like me, you get empanadas and two fights.


It was Trista’s birthday, a girl I’ve met once through another friend, Erin. Trista and I played beer pong together at Erin’s housewarming party almost a month ago, and somehow that was enough for me to be invited out for her birthday. There are two things I really love in this world, beer and birthdays. That’s how I ended up at Trista’s in Silver Spring on a Saturday night, and also how I ended up on a drunk metro ride to Adam’s Morgan. Trista wanted to go to Chloe, which as far as clubs go, isn’t that bad. Besides the decent music (no Apple Bottom jeans, boots with the furrrr), Chloe is pretty dressed down for a club, and we were having fun. Drunk drunk delicious fun. The kind of drunk where you dance without care for how you look. This was especially true for Trista, who was waving her arms awkwardly over her head. She appeared to be dancing to an African tribal dance even though the music was thumping hip hop beats. If there had been an earthquake, her rhythm would have been perfectly in synch. This was funny for awhile, even amusing, until Trista’s elbow decided to dance on its own, knocking itself into some girl’s head. In Georgetown, apologies might be mouthed over the music or at least angry glares exchanged before moving to another part of the bar, but we were in Adams Morgan and the girl Trista accidentally hit was part of a bachelorette party. There’s nothing like a mob of girls, one wearing a veil, attempting to attack your friend. There’s also nothing like being drunk enough to step in between the friend and six or so angry bridesmaids (and one idiotic bride). Everything calmed down after I sectioned Trista off at a table, but let’s not forget this is Adams Morgan. I tried to take her back on the dance floor, pulling her by the hand through people, and as we passed by the bachelorette party, one of them threatened Trista again. I think the pressure of Always a bridesmaid, never a bride really got to these girls, because they were willing to throw down all over again. Only in Adams Morgan could you come across a gang of angry bridesmaids willing to break some bones over an accidental elbow throw.


The night went on though. The bachelorette party got kicked out for threatening Trista and we danced until the lights came on. There’s a moment in a night in Adams Morgan, where the bars all close and people flood the streets. It’s the bewitching hour for drunks, and my drunk ass wanted an empanada. This is the part of the story where I find myself at Julia’s Empanadas, waiting for my turkey empanada, which tastes like Thanksgiving, to come out of the oven. The store is crowded. There is a line far out the door, people are talking loudly and empanadas are slowly being handed out. I’m pressing my hand up against the large display of empanadas, holding myself up in my heels which are hurting my feet. All I want in my empanada. I would kill for an empanada, and just as the glorious treat is being passed to me by the cashier, two men in line start to yell. The cashier orders everyone out. He’s still holding my damn empanada, so I don’t make a move for the door. Somehow, I’m assuming he means, everyone who isn’t waiting for a delicious turkey treat needs to get out. I’m exempt obviously. That’s when one of the men grabs the plastic display of dessert empanadas, holds it over his head and smashes it down on the other guy. I wish I could say I was shocked and appalled by this action. But remember, I’m drunk and hungry, so all I was thinking, as the display case made contact with the man’s head, was I really hope one of those empanadas flies out and lands in my hand. It didn’t though. As soon as the fight broke out, everyone was swept outside where all the strawberry and cream cheese filled pastries were smashed on the street. I’m not sure how everything ended. I was the only one still in the store, waiting for my empanada.


The night ended with a cab back to Silver Spring and crashing on Trista’s floor. The next morning began with a hangover, lost memories and the aftertaste of a turkey empanda. But that’s really all you can expect after a Saturday night in Adams Morgan.


WIDC: Get Drunk and Have Super Smart Conversations about Politics October 2, 2008

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You know you’ve done it about a billion times: gone to a party and sworn the last thing you were going to talk about would be politics (because that’s what inevitably happened at all the previous parties).  The next thing you know, you’re on your fourth gin and tonic and you’re ranting about the election or the economy and what Congress should do to fix it.  


The difference in talking about politics whilst in a state of inebriation whilst in DC (I’ve been reading a lot of stuff written by Brits lately), is that at least people in DC are mostly educated about it.  Yeah, there are those occasional fucking idiots who learned 3 lines from watching CNN and they repeat that crap all night thinking they should be elected to Congress (although, in reality, they might do a better job than some current congresspeople); but for the most part, people in DC tend to be more knowledgeable about politics than your average Joe.


I’m surprised our pre-gaming hasn’t turned into The Economist and Atlantic Monthly reading parties/games – Every time The Economist refers to people in the French way (Messrs and M), take a drink; or every time Atlantic Monthly has an article with more than 1,000 words, bottoms up!


Metro Rage: Letter from a Concerned Reader September 17, 2008

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I received this letter from a concerned reader:


Dear WIDC,


How can I curb my “Metro-rage”? I frequently encounter DC commuters who are oblivious to the swift movements needed to enter, and in particular, leave a metro station. I feel walking up the escalator should be done in a quick manner, rather than taking each footstep so slowly that I cannot help but scream silently in my head and perhaps mimick strangulation. If you are going to walk up the escalators, you should probably go faster THAN the escalator.




Stuck in Foot Traffic


Well, SIFT, I have definitely experienced my fair share of the metro escalator traffic jam (aka METJ).  I just can’t comprehend why people have to walk at a normal pace to the escalator, and then immediately when they get to it, stop and wait in order to time their entrance with the appearance of new stairs.  Watch out for those cracks!  (You might break your mother’s back).  Maybe it hasn’t occurred to these people, but the escalators stay flat for a couple seconds before they actually turn into stairs.  That really should give you enough time to make sure you’re not standing on a crack.  If it doesn’t, you shouldn’t be allowed to leave your house because you’re either too slow or too dumb to force others to endure your presence.


WIDC: Jaywalk September 16, 2008

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I know that jaywalking is not exclusive to DC, but if you live in DC, you jaywalk.  If you spent time waiting for the walk sign, you’d probably spend an extra 10 minutes getting to your destination.  Not to mention, it doesn’t guarantee you won’t get hit.  


At the intersection of 16th and T NW, my boyfriend has witnessed at least 2 people get hit while crossing in the crosswalk when it was their turn.  Both times it was a cab.  Cars, and especially cabbies, turning left there do not pay attention to who is in the crosswalk.


My guess is that if you, as a pedestrian, are actually paying attention, it could be almost safer to jaywalk.  If you’re paying attention.


DC has started a campaign against jaywalking with some terrifying ads.  See for yourself:



The guy’s legs are already messed up in the ad.  That’s some attention to detail.


PoP has a good post on this, and quite apropos: http://www.princeofpetworth.com/?p=3926


Adams Morgan Day – This Sunday September 12, 2008

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This Sunday marks the 30th annual Adams Morgan Day Festival – a day that “celebrates the creativity that comes from the synergy of diverse cultures.”  It will take place between noon and 7 p.m. on 18th St in Admo and will have tons of food, performers and other activities.


The b/f and I will be there, so you should come hang out!!  It’s always super fun.


It’s Time September 9, 2008

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It’s time that I wrote about DC’s Metro.  I think it is a subject that should be covered by every blogger, every valiant writer of this District of Columbia.  I know we all have complaints about this seemingly wonderful system, and while I cannot and will not post every one of mine, I will discuss two.  This will be followed by a partial list of my other issues with DC’s public transportation.


WIDC: Stand on the Right, Walk on the Left


Tourists never seem to get this.  I constantly find myself running to catch a metro that’s approaching the station to find a bunch of tourists in my way.  Of course they can see and hear that a metro is approaching, but do they think that someone might want to take it?  No.  They’re always muddled about the width of the escalator until someone says, “Excuse me!” as they try to run past to catch the almost-closing-doors of the metro that won’t come by again for another 15 minutes.  


As I run by, I feel like the tourists are staring and thinking, “Why the heck is she in such a hurry?  We don’t have to be anywhere.”  Some of us go to work during rush hour!!!  That’s probably why it’s rush hour.  Duh.


Not only are there generally tourists without a clue on the metro, but the escalators aren’t working or every single line is delayed, and there’s always at least 5 elevators that aren’t working.  When will they ever finish fixing the elevators and escalators.  Even if they put an end date to it, I’ve never seen it met.  Not once.


Here’s a lovely example of what I’m talking about:



I’d also like to point out that no one is working on it.  Typical.


Partial List of My Other Objections


  1. Expensive – Yes New York’s costs $2.00 per trip, but when there are very few trips that cost $1.35, it ends up being cheaper to just pay $2.00 per trip.  Not to mention that NY’s price stays the same throughout the day.
  2. Monthly Pass – Why the hell don’t we have a monthly pass?  You’d think it would help to regulate Metro’s revenue, but they don’t seem to think so.  They’d rather just wait and see what the month and year bring.  Poor planning.
  3. Express – No express routes.  Why should it take me an hour to get from Ballston to U St?  Enough said.
  4. Delays – when are there not delays?  Why do I have to wait 20 mins on the weekend for the Orange line?  I thought it was supposed to come every 12 minutes during the lunch hour.
Like I said, this is a partial list and is by no means meant to be exhaustive.  Please add your gripes to the comments.  Maybe we can write a letter!!1!