DC in winter, I’m thinking

DC in the Winter, I’m thinking, newest DC fashion trends, jean mini skirts, leggings and ballet flats, I’m thinking hipster chicks in flannel jersey dresses and hairy legs, I’m thinking no more extra medium T’s, I’m thinking pull out the extra medium thermals, I’m thinking back to suit and tie game on Fridays, I’m thinking ghost town, I’m thinking all the dimes are taken, I’m thinking bun season, I’m thinking about going back to my roots, I’m thinking about changing the night routine up, starting back at that one U street lounge, I’m thinking after that we hit up that grimy hipster bar, I’m thinking the line to get downstairs takes for ever, I’m thinking it’s a good thing I know the bouncers, hell in most hot spots in this town I know all the bouncers, I’m thinking cut back on table service at The Reserve and K street clubs, I’m thinking about getting a table at the W if it means I get to see her in that dress, I’m thinking how comfortable I feel anywhere in Dupont Circle, I’m thinking of how Public used to be Club 5, I’m thinking MDMA, I’m thinking Current used to be Dragon Fly, I’m thinking the stage has changed but we still have the same players, I’m thinking I own this town, I’m thinking I can show you around it, I’m thinking pregame sushi spot uptown with the boys, I’m thinking midtown, sushi and some dick spot with the girls, I’m thinking this town isn’t big enough for the both of us, I’m thinking Georgetown is dead to me, I’m thinking cab drivers that ass rape, I’m thinking cold, I’m thinking lonely nights, I’m thinking if I can avoid it, the bun run race, I’m thinking about perfecting python game, I’m thinking about changing the game sort of like Lara Stone, I’m thinking about Come Back Girls, I’m thinking about that one woman who payed cash to have sex with me, I’m thinking sorry no refunds, I’m thinking I want to write about it, I’m thinking of a quick trip back to Vegas, I’m thinking about NYE in LA, I’m thinking about DC Winter Depression (DWD), I’m thinking I need to stop listening to so much Brand New, I’m thinking I need to reread DeLillo’s Underworld and crack open Libra, I’m thinking Bun nights in watching Manhattan and sipping on Jack, I’m thinking that maybe Brazilian girls are the new Russian girls, I’m thinking about the Richmond girl at the lounge, wearing a leather jacket who told me to check out Gaslight Anthem, I’m thinking about how I told her that the Rural Alberta Advantage topped off my summer nicely, I’m thinking why go all in when she has one foot always out the door, I’m thinking about swollen lymph nodes, her head on your chest, cold breath exhale, I’m thinking existential crisis I’m thinking I’m by no means Don Drapper, but I have his sense of entitlement, that makes me twice as dangerous and this is the Wee Small Hours, and doesn’t that mean anything to someone like you, I’m thinking it’s time to get back to this thing here, I’m thinking I still have something to say

This post was completely inspired and stolen from G ‘ Manifesto’s (New York, I’m thinking), thanks for keeping that flame going.

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