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Thursday, July 21, 2005

A Weekend in DC (Part One)

Don’t fly w/ me. Every two or three trips I find time to take, I end up on a plane listening to some woman telling me this has been her worst flying experience ever. Sunday was just another chapter in my book, which could be called Hell Has Wings or The Frustration and Helplessness of American Air Travel Summed Up in 50,000 Words and a Barf Bag. Before I begin detailing the day’s events, I should let you know I flew down to DC for a long weekend of drinking w/ friends. I was scheduled to leave Boston Thurs. at 420pm. I was disappointed to learn the flight attendants would not be passing out joints w/ our peanuts and drinks. I was also disappointed to hear the pilot announce we’d be delayed due to t-storms in the DC area. I dozed off at 430pm, minutes after his announcement. I awoke 45 min. later, quite sweaty and confused upon seeing Logan Airport through the window. Another hour and a half passed before the plane said goodbye to the runway, arriving in Virginia (Dulles) at 815pm, far too late for me to take advantage of DC’s happy hour drink specials.

After a $3 bus ride and a half hour on the Metro, I arrived at my friend Beezy’s house in Cleveland Park to drop off my bag and shower (I’d forgotten how miserable DC humidity can be). Beezy was already at the bar, so she left me a key. I finally arrived at TomTom a lil before 11pm and immediately swallowed three shots. Seriously, I felt like George Bailey throwing back shots at Martini’s after yelling at his family and crashing his car on Christmas Eve. The rest of the night was good, and ended at Pizza Mart, as always. Foolishly, Beezy and OOB thought one slice would be enough for them to share. Being the Pizza Mart expert, I knew they would want more (drunk people always do). Luckily, or unluckily, a previous patron had left a half-eaten slice on a countertop. My two friends devoured it, and probably would have devoured me had I been wearing cheese and grease. Not even David Blaine could have made 1,300 calories disappear so quickly.



Part Two coming soon.

2 Comments:

At 12:02 PM, Blogger Gregg M. Schmidt said...

I just threw up in my mouth reading that your friends ate a piece of pizza that somebody left behind...what if they did something gross to it?

As a freshman/sophomore in college maybe...adult - not a chance.

 
At 3:06 PM, Anonymous Beezy said...

um, what can i say... it had pepperoni. The OOB and I's did not.

 

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