Maybe we were all having too much fun at happy hours. Maybe it was penance for complaining about the awful heat of July that made it unbearable to take a walk without craving a slurpee. Or maybe, just maybe, as Michelle Bachman joked, it’s because our own District can’t seem to remember the classic kindergarten lesson of “play nice together” (I don’t for a second endorse this. That woman is batsh*t). What the heck happened to our summer and how did it end like this?
For me, my end of summer was so out of whack that I am not sure what kind of adjectives should be used. But like most people, it can be told through the medium of the natural disasters (don’t love that term) we have had recently.
Earthquake: One a perfectly normal Tuesday, I made plans to enjoy some outdoor lunch with fellow Borderstan writer Laura. We grab our lunch and find a quiet seat behind McFadden’s around 25th and K Streets NW. In the midst of a great catch-up session, Laura turns to me and asks if our bench is shaking or if is she going crazy. I noticed that yes, it is a bit, but I blame it on either a metro under us (the Metro doesn’t go to Gtown so not that), squirrels (nope) or a moving truck (nah).
About 15 minutes later someone randomly asks us if we are ok from the earthquake, and we both think he is drunk. We then hit the twitter waves and see that we laughed through a 5.8-er. Of course, we then noticed everyone has cleared the offices and traffic is gridlocked. I almost feel bad — I didn’t notice a freakin’ earthquake. What’s wrong with me?
Irene: So I go home to New Jersey (yeah yeah, insert your comment) last week, and on the Thursday before the storm, I attend easily the best baseball game I have ever seen. The New York Yankees hit 3 grand slams, a feat that has never been done in the history of professional sports. How could life get any better?
I’ll tell you!! Some pissed off woman named Irene showed up and decided she had enough of Jersey and forced me and my extended family to stay in the house and enjoy the best hurricane the state has seen in a century. I will say my small suburb was spared from flooding, power outages and water sports, but it ruined my plans for an amazing live fantasy football draft (it was done online, not the same). Plenty of Jersey is still recovering; luckily we put our pool furniture back outside Monday, but I still don’t have power.
Earthquakes. Hurricanes. What a way to end the summer. At least we got my favorite season coming up: fall. What’s not to love about playoff baseball, beginning of the NFL and maybe some college football that will be declared ineligible in a few years. Hopefully it doesn’t snow anytime soon.
Thoughts of the Week: What are ya’ll up to for Labor Day? I hope it’s a BBQ…
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Whole Lot-a-Shakin’ Going On
No one missed the earthquake yesterday, I’d imagine. In case, for some reason, you’ve been under a rock, the region experienced a mild earthquake at 1:51 pm. yesterday. It caused quite the stir from a population that has lived through 9/11 and one mess of an Obama Inauguration festivities — but then again, we’re more accustomed to political upheavals than seismic ones. Check out The Post‘s coverage of the quake’s impact on the workday and also what is being done in the ‘aftermath.’
More Frozen Stuff, More Stuff from NYC
Sigh. Do we really need another New York food transplant? In this case, Tasti-D-Lite is showing up in D.C. soon. Washington City Paper reports the chain will open first in Dupont Circle, with a location to follow in Columbia Heights. At least it’s low cal, I guess.
Drink Locally, Too
WTOP has an interesting story on the development of the ‘drink local’ movement beginning in D.C. as new breweries are emerging in the district. For those who still think of the Big Hunt as a dive bar with a great secret roof deck, well, you’re still right. But it’s also the home of Dave Coleman, bar manager and owner of 3 Stars, one of the local breweries. If you eat at the Farmer’s Market and try to eat locally, go find yourself a DC Brau or 3 Stars beer already!
Ticketgate Drags On
Councilmember Jack Evans continues to address charges that he misused a ‘constituent fund’ for sports tickets, rather than constituent services. The discussion has quickly gotten a bit heated, as some see tickets given to constituents as counter to the fund’s intent and some object to the existence of the fund in the first place. For a more measured article on the mess, check out this one in Georgetown Patch. (Note: Borderstan was given two tickets by Evans’ office to the Washington Nationals Fan Fest after providing assistance for the City Council At Large candidate debate on March 29. The tickets were not used.)
Speaking of Georgetown…
The influx of new students to D.C. universities always provides some interesting fodder. This Georgetown list of neighborhoods and what to do in the new town. Vox Populi, the student blog, instructs students to ignore the bad stories they were told about D.C. having no good live music venues. Funny, I thought 9:30 Club was rated in the Top 5 venues in the U.S. recently. I guess I’m too far outside the ‘bubble.’ Sidenote: Am I the only one surprised to see Georgetown kids heading to Black Cat?