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I’ve been going out in DC since I was 18. My best friend and I in high school decided to build up enough nerve to drive almost an hour north and try to get into a random bar/ club. Through a series of freak accidents we ended up at our first DC spot where there was a sunken boxing ring in the middle of the floor that would later turn into a dance floor (I wish I remembered the name of this joint). My first drink I nervously ordered was a Long Island. Later on drunk off that one Long Island we’d end up talking to two college girls from out of town and telling them we both went to Tech. If there was a prophecy for how my life would turn out this would be it. I remember leaving and thinking to myself, “God I love this city”. We returned to our nerd outcast group of friends as men among boys.
From then on we’d end up going to Platinum and the spot across the street, I think it was called, The Spot. We moved on to all of Georgetown for two summers straight and eventually graduated to Tom Tizzle’s for a while in Adams Morgan and Dream. Eventually our taste would change before learning to love the Dive Bars, lounges, random happy hours, countless dates and all things Dupont Circle.
What I can’t stand are people who move here from other cities or worse have lived here all their life and talk shit about D.C. To them D.C is one notch above Hell but right below what it must have been like to live in the Warsaw ghetto as a blind, one legged Jew during WWII. Everybody is hideous, no sense of fashion, politically corrupt, the cops suck, transportation sucks, and because of those damn monument things there are tourist… TOURISTS! If you hate it so bad then do us all a favor and please eat a dick and move the fuck out! Why be here if this is the worst place on earth to be? I here housing in Darfur is cheap.
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This city is a mix of pretentious hypocrisy and I love every moment of it. D.C to me is what Manhattan is to Woody Allen, crazy beautiful. From the Ethiopians in Adams Morgan, to the sleepy heads at the bottom of 12:23, to the Euro trash at Lima. From the 35 year old, wannabe hipsters that don’t realize their just a little too old to be dancing to the 19th millionth Justice, D.A.N.C.E remix because somehow someone forgot to tell them that you’re not a hipster when you shower once a day, have a high paying corporate or government job and own a 401k. How can you hate the man when you’ve become the man. But you sure are showing “them” with your nonconformists Christopher Reeves glasses. To the, “club kids” scenesters who wear $75 extra medium T’s with the front frat tuck, order tables with marked up Vodka, rub elbows with celebrities and bang the chicks in the VIP aka MY boys.
(The one night I decide to black out I miss hanging out with one of the sickest dudes in the UFC: Tito Ortiz. There’s a lesson here somewhere. What up V.Dot, birthday is coming)
The lesbos in Dupont who’ll knock you out for, ” Are you looking at my bitch? Nah mah she’s all yours no disrespect”. From the thugs in Adams who didn’t have enough money to get into the club hanging out at Jumbo Slice (heybeybey). To the double popped collars (extra starch bitch!) at Smith Point just looking for a trip to “pound town”. From the old rich men with limp dicks and hot chicks. To The Bachelorette parties that for some reason always has, “lick a bald black man on his head” on their list of things to do.
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(black people taste blackalishus)
This is a breathing example of diversity. People from all over the world could be found on any night. We have no sense of origin so we barrow from everywhere and make it our own. We came up with “bama“. We’re home to Chuck Brown, go go, the water dance, and “beat yo feet”. Our cops wont shoot you 50 something times on your own doorstep or handcuff you and beat you on camera (we’re discreet).
beat yo feet (the last guy is SWEEEET)
So I don’t care what anyone has to say my soul maybe in Va, but D.C is where my heart is. I’ve got mad love for the city. The women might be cold but at least their smart. No matter where I go I’m proud to represent the city. Proud to know where the good sushi spots be at. The perfect place to take a first date. Who to call if I need to be “on the list”. There are little things you come to love about any city you call home. But you don’t come to someone else’s home ask for a burger then complain when they’re out of mustard (wayne)
okokokok, but how do you know how good DC is if you’ve never gotten to know another place just as well? Trust me, there’s a whole world out there … it’s right there … but you just don’t see it.
Twoste,
I’m not saying that other places aren’t as good or better. Just saying I’ll always love D.C. If I go somewhere better, I’ll never be like man I hate D.C it sucks soooo bad. Give me a fucking break. I guess there’s just sentimental value to it from my point of View. Woody Allen now loves England but you wont catch him hating on NY. Nah mean?
Random question — why are Asians called sleepyheads?
Amen! I love DC as well and I grew up outside NYC (one of my favorite cities in the world). Half the people I know from NYC just do not get it.
At some point though you need to live IN the city though…you would love it.
There is something about just walking outside and being able to walk to wherever you want. Spring and fall in DC are absolutely gorgeous.
Big ups to DC.
DC isnt perfect…. but its perfect for me..
xoxo
hey, i resemble one of those groups!
i gotta stop tramping around town with my bachelorette posse. the penis mug thing is not helping my game.
Um. Shut up. If you ever stepped foot in another real town, stopped gleaning your posts from other bloggers and thought outside your pants…you’d realize DC is a tool…um, just like YOU!
Simon Carnal,
I didn’t come up with it but I use it to as a term of love among my fellow minorities. We didn’t start the fire it was always burning. nah mean?
KassyK
I know you’re feeling me on this girl. Some people just don’t get it because they already come here blind or unwilling to give it a chance.
Fine, are you asking me to move in with Chef and you? sweeeet!
Suicide blond
I love where your head is at on that. Can you me a t shirt? Like the imperfections of DC is perfect.
Roissy,
Wait, neither is going around licking black guys…. just saying
Ms. Antrhope
Real town? D.C is a fake town? It’s not real, this is all a dream?
Thanks for sharing
I don’t mind you not sharing the views but why the personal attacks. I don’t even know you?
Bye bye bye
‘07 is my 6th year here in DC, and though it took me awhile I’ve learned to straight up love this joint.
i’ve lived in a few other places, but i boomerang back here every time. every city has its personality, but there’s something about dc that, every time i think i’m out, it pulls me back in.
The reality is that every place has its positives and negatives. And different people like different places for different reasons (big shocker).
DC is pretty cool though for the most part. The women are definitely smarter there, no doubt.
And people who hate on tourists are sad.
PS - spellcheck can be your friend
Great post. Hating on DC is beyond played out at this point. For example - I grew up in NYC. Not in Long Island, not in Jersey (THANK GOD), or CT, but in Manhattan (10021 represent). I’m going on 8 years in the District now. I think I can say with certainty that I know both places at this point.
And, get this, they are two different places. Comparing them won’t make you happy. There are tons of things to love about DC - if you are one of the people that think that DC “lacks a personality”, then you aren’t looking for one.
INPY,
Its tough not to dig it when you start flowing with it, you know. No expectation just rolling with flow, fakeness and all.
Jess,
You keep coming back for the flavah, don’t front girl, you know what it is.
Dev,
I agree, different strokes for different folks. But if you hate where you’re at SO much then maybe you should go where ever makes you happy, you know.
P.S
After working 10 hours gym for two hours,and finishing this post at 1:30 am to do another quick read at 7 am half awake. Fuck a spell check
R and B
Damn kid that some deep shit right there. But you’re right, two different places. I just don’t get why grown ups would stay where they don’t like. I can’t wait to raise hell in NYC though, I’ll burn that shit down with my southern swagger. duh
Did you really suggest the piano??? Fag
The best way to appreciate DC is to go spend some time in New England. Spend a weekend with the goombas in Hartford or Providence and, after fighting the third goon of the evening who thinks you’ve scuffed his Bruno Maglis, even Dupont will seem a fount of open-mindedness and human warmth.
Thanks for reminding me I need to work on my glides. That being said, those guys are in socks. Cheaters.
that bar with the boxing ring was sportsfans– modern before it was modern…and they used to have 10 cent beer nights…ugly.
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