Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Pa-The-Tic
I was supposed to be in Indianapolis right now. Oh...but I'm at 18 Seaton. Today was just a series of very unfortunate events. Like I'm shitting on Lemony Snicket right now. There was supposed to be fruit and snacks and highway. Instead there was bad and worst and hell.
First we were supposed to get a rental which I booked at the last minute yesterday. [Back story: We (me, Tre, Reggie and Durell) sat around all day and scammed and schemed and cursed about rental policies. We cursed Enterprise, National, Alamo, Thrifty, Dollar, and Hertz. None of them would let us rent a car. No one over 25, no one with a credit card, and no luck. At the last minute I secured us a rental on Vermont with pickup at 12.] We travelled there by foot and train. Tre'Von went in to rent the car; Reggie and I soon followed. We had to come all the way back to Tre's house because he forgot to bring a utility bill or a check stub. When we came back and got the paperwork the guy wouldn't take it. Tre's check stub had his home address and not his D.C. address and they wouldn't take it. So we get in a cab to go back to his house and *ding* Tre thought to put the car in my name because my address on my random check stub and ID matched. Nope; didn't work either. And in the meantime both me and my brother los e our phones in the taxicab. So I'm panicking about the missing phones and the inability to rent a car in the District.
After we have cursed every possible person we could and thrown bottles and pleaded with customer service reps, Tre and I decide we need a cold, stiff drink. We decide on McCormick and Schmicks happy hour. We journeyed from 15th & L to 9th & G.On the way we thought to call Kath and ask her if she would rent it for us and now our spirits were lifted slightly. We got there around 2:45 and both ordered DiSaronno sours. We waited and waited and waited for 3:30--the arrival of happy hour. It came; and it left. We were hopeful about Kathryn getting the car. Why?? Because we didn't get it this time either.
By now we were out of solutions for the car but hd gotten the taxi cab driver's number about returning Reggie's phone but not mine. I figured either he or the person that got in after us swiped my phone and I guess I'm fine with that.
We came home, sat in the bathroom and thought long and hard. And Tre asked his old roommate and she agreed to do it for us. So now we sit and wait until noon.
First we were supposed to get a rental which I booked at the last minute yesterday. [Back story: We (me, Tre, Reggie and Durell) sat around all day and scammed and schemed and cursed about rental policies. We cursed Enterprise, National, Alamo, Thrifty, Dollar, and Hertz. None of them would let us rent a car. No one over 25, no one with a credit card, and no luck. At the last minute I secured us a rental on Vermont with pickup at 12.] We travelled there by foot and train. Tre'Von went in to rent the car; Reggie and I soon followed. We had to come all the way back to Tre's house because he forgot to bring a utility bill or a check stub. When we came back and got the paperwork the guy wouldn't take it. Tre's check stub had his home address and not his D.C. address and they wouldn't take it. So we get in a cab to go back to his house and *ding* Tre thought to put the car in my name because my address on my random check stub and ID matched. Nope; didn't work either. And in the meantime both me and my brother los e our phones in the taxicab. So I'm panicking about the missing phones and the inability to rent a car in the District.
After we have cursed every possible person we could and thrown bottles and pleaded with customer service reps, Tre and I decide we need a cold, stiff drink. We decide on McCormick and Schmicks happy hour. We journeyed from 15th & L to 9th & G.On the way we thought to call Kath and ask her if she would rent it for us and now our spirits were lifted slightly. We got there around 2:45 and both ordered DiSaronno sours. We waited and waited and waited for 3:30--the arrival of happy hour. It came; and it left. We were hopeful about Kathryn getting the car. Why?? Because we didn't get it this time either.
By now we were out of solutions for the car but hd gotten the taxi cab driver's number about returning Reggie's phone but not mine. I figured either he or the person that got in after us swiped my phone and I guess I'm fine with that.
We came home, sat in the bathroom and thought long and hard. And Tre asked his old roommate and she agreed to do it for us. So now we sit and wait until noon.
Friday, May 15, 2009
A New York Minute
I visited a friend from college that lives in Brooklyn the earlier part of the week with my bfffs Tre and Reggie. We had an awesome time. The picture is from the balcony in her apartment. We had just gotten into town; it was about noon when I took this picture.
Our trip started at 5 a.m. in D.C. We were scheduled to leave on the 6:45 train from Chinatown and to arrive in NY at 11. There was a lady on the bus that had this red, light brown and platinum blonde dread like things growing from her head and she was the highlight of the entire bus ride. We mostly slept the way there because we had arisen sooo early that morning and so that once we got to NY we could tour the city.
The bus let us out on 34th & 7th Ave, right by MSG. We walked to the train to go to Brooklyn. After not knowing where to board the train for about 30 minutes we finally found a chick inside of Staples that told us where we could go. We went to Leigh's house in Brooklyn and dropped our stuff off and left back out with her. We rode the train to Columbus Circle and that was my first time ever being in Central Park. We saw NYC pigeons as fat as cats. After we left Central Park we stopped at White Castle by MSG and ate. I had a number 1 cheese on everything and it was $7.18. R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S!!!!!!! After that meal we caught the train down to Soho, went in a couple of stores, bought some stuff and went to 5th Ave.
By this time we hd walked so much that my feet felt like they were going to just give up on me if I continued to walk. Oh but I did; we did. We started at the underground Apple store and proceeded to walk about 10 blocks down 5th Ave just to window shop. By now all of our feet were on fire. But we kept walking. We got lost and had to ask the pigs where the train was. Neither Reggie nor I was going to ask so that ade Tre the designee. "Good morning. How ya doing? Good night. Happy Holidays. Where is the closest A or C train?" (for reference see Anderson Cooper interviews Cam'Ron) are all of the phrases allowed to say to the cops. We found the train got back to Leighs house and were hungry. So we got Popeye's, maxed it and were looking for a place to smoke. We found this little hot spot in a park adjacent to a playground at an elementary school. We chilled there smoked the L and sat and talked. We walked back to the house and the night was over.
That was only Day 1.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
So we are not going to Love for the infamous graduation party. The line was tooooo long and tickets are $60. I'm upset because this is one of the hottest parties of the entire year. Next year Howard I will be back. And then we journey all the way to Arundel Mills only to be turned away on account of a damn prom.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
"You Know Why!!!!"
Last Friday I went home during my prep and lunch periods. The break was from 10-11:30. I was leaving from substituting for a special education history teacher; I needed to pack my clothes for my trip to the Capital. While at home I indulged in the fruit of the earth right before I was supposed to return to work.
On the way back to my classroom, I was engaged by a student. The dialogue goes as follows:
Him: "This your classroom?"
Me: "Yes." (walks into classroom, turns on light, props open door and walks to desk)
Him: mumbles indistinctly
Me: "What?"
Him: mumbles again
Me: "What did you say...I can't hear you."
Him: (walks across room to desk) "How old are you?"
Me: "22."
Him: "Can I get your number?"
...........Awkward silence...............
Me: "NO!!!"
Him: "Why not?"
Me: "I'm 22 and you're a junior in high school."
Him: "Why?.....You played me!!!" (slumps out of classroom)
Me: "Really...why..."
On the way back to my classroom, I was engaged by a student. The dialogue goes as follows:
Him: "This your classroom?"
Me: "Yes." (walks into classroom, turns on light, props open door and walks to desk)
Him: mumbles indistinctly
Me: "What?"
Him: mumbles again
Me: "What did you say...I can't hear you."
Him: (walks across room to desk) "How old are you?"
Me: "22."
Him: "Can I get your number?"
...........Awkward silence...............
Me: "NO!!!"
Him: "Why not?"
Me: "I'm 22 and you're a junior in high school."
Him: "Why?.....You played me!!!" (slumps out of classroom)
Me: "Really...why..."
In D.C.
I've been back in DC since Saturday and all it has done is rained. My hair is jacked up from the weather. We got caught on campus in a downpour on Monday; got caught during our Cinco De Mayo celebrations (awesome!!!!); got caught today on the way back from Giffords. Well besides all of the rain I have thoroughly enjoyed my times thus far. It's a wonder why I ever left this place but then I realize that I am jobless thus money-less.
On a more maintenance side of things for my 2 readers, I have enabled blogging from my phone and email so look for more random posts, quirks, blurbs and lot more of me especially my work adventures. I would get a Twitter but I just don't know how I feel about this bandwagon. I don't want everyone knowing what I'm always doing just my friends. I'll probably get one if my life gets any more interesting (unlikely).
On a more maintenance side of things for my 2 readers, I have enabled blogging from my phone and email so look for more random posts, quirks, blurbs and lot more of me especially my work adventures. I would get a Twitter but I just don't know how I feel about this bandwagon. I don't want everyone knowing what I'm always doing just my friends. I'll probably get one if my life gets any more interesting (unlikely).
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