Monday, June 30, 2008

What happens when left unsupervised.

We get great ideas. Like after a bottle of wine (or three. . . ) we decided it would be awesome to roll down a hill like we're still 10. This is a picture of the hill we decided to throw ourselves down (not once. twice). Getting up to the top was quite the task being that dew had already fallen, we were in flip flops and wayyy passed intoxicated. Even drunk, I don't remember it being so painful as a kid. I also do not remember being covered in cuts, bruises and brush burns from doing this. (I look like I have been domestically abused and am still in pain, btw)


This was where we came up with the grand idea. We spent the majority of Friday night drinking wine and smoking cigarettes on top of this slab of concrete which also doubled as an ashtray. If you look at the top middle, there is another water meter. This is where I almost busted my head open on the second time down. The Judges awarded me a 8 on style and added another point for the fact my brains came so close to being artfully displayed all over this piece of very hard metal. Good times. Good times.

Saturday we spent the day sweating out all the wine we consumed as we toured the capital (which is spelled with an A, whereas the actual building is spelled with an O. This was another deep conversation we had on said concrete slab) It was 93 degrees and we decided being outside all day hungover was a good plan. This picture was taken on one of the many "We need to stop walking or I'm going to die" breaks on the stairs of the Lincoln Monument. The WW II Memorial was apparently new since the last time I had been there (it's the circular thing in front of the Washington Monument). Unfortunately there was a fence around the pond otherwise I would have been in it.
We also decided to hang out in Georgetown that night. Just an FYI: Hookah bars do not serve alcohol (Sorry if this is just news to me. Remember, I'm from the land of drive through daiquiri shops, bars never close and where alcohol roams free). That was the most painful 2.5 hours of my life. Hookah is supposed to be a relaxing fun time, but where the hell is all the fun without alcohol?! We were smoking our Mixed Berry flavored tobacco with the puff puff pass mentality but BIG puff puffs to get rid of it and journey to a place that did serve alcohol. (One of the guys we were with offered to run to the corner bar and do shots with me, but I would have felt like too much of an alcoholic- now I'm kicking myself for not) The next morning I still had a nearly full pack of cigarettes (which is completely rare) and a sore throat like I smoked a carton. Sufficed to say, Hookah will not be considered "Fun times" in my book any time soon.

I did notice DC has a plethora of acceptable looking men- this made me very happy, seeing as NYC is a drought (I know I'm going to get shit for saying that, but New York men are lacking attractive tall men, end of story). I also noticed that they all looked like they stepped out of a Gap commercial circa 1983, but I forgive them. Apparently, Georgetown is behind the times and still believes J. Crew preppy is still en vogue.
It was one of my favorite weekends thus far on our tour to visit all the cities of fun in the Northeast.
Next Stop: Boston!

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

OMG I am so jealous !
How much fun was it rolling down that hill? OK, besides being decapitated and all?
Good times....
I cant wait to see what you do in front of the Scientology Church in Boston!!


Peace
#2

Anonymous said...

It could have been worse. You could have been home and decided it would be wise to roll down Bourbon Street. Haven't you done that before, though?

And I want to go to Boston! Give me notice, and I'll book a flight for a weekend!

Unknown said...

Do it all again! Do it agin! *whee* That sounds great! Or at least reading about it sounds amusing..

Eastcoastdweller said...

Ah, You were so close to Virginia. Next time, stagger a little further south!

TTQ said...

oops that was me wrong log in!

Holy Crappers said...

LOoks like my kind of fun girl !!

#1

.Nicotine.Queen. said...

The hill rolling was a lot of fun. I'm glad I did it, but I will give it a second thought the next time I faced with the decision of doing it. I'm still in slight pain and the bruises are still fresh.

and I think we were in VA actually. I don't know much about geography up here, but I do believe we were close to Alexandria?

No, I hate to go to Bourbon with open toe shoes on, but find me a hill in NOLA and I'm so there!
(I will let you know about Boston, but it will be late summer. Im broke and I already have too many trips planned)

kolls said...

Ask and ye shall receive, sugarplum!

http://orkposters.com/manhattan.html

:)

LuLu said...

That sounds awesome! I remember doing that as a kid..how I miss being a kid with no worries..bills..etc.. Thanks for the comment on my blog and yes we are THAT bored!! :)

LuLu said...

I replied to your email. Thanks again for responding.

Anonymous said...

Rolling down a hill would have made me yack after wine. Ohhhh, the hangover effect.

I have to agree with the hot men in DC statement. Very well dressed and mostly sexy hot men.

Have fun in Boston!

Andie said...

last time I rolled down a hill was at NSU, on the hill by Cane River lake in town. I was blitzed after a party at the Sig house. LOL I also remember it being really cold outside and going to that truck stop casino wayyyyy down past town on Washington Street- like you're going toward the bypass....

but anyhoo...

that was a really long time ago.

I actually came by to post that I think J Crew preppy is really hot. So now you have me wanting to go to DC to spot eye candy.

and... Boston- I *think* a certain little sister of ours and her new fiance will be up there around Labor day....

and I wanna go to boston... but I'm saving for my trip to ....

NYC!

yes. I knew you would be happy to hear that. :)