As I've mentioned previously, I am moving to Friendship Heights in two weeks. This is nice. As a former American University student, it's an area I know well. The Rodman's convenience store is especially awesome. Kids, if you're under 21 years of age, try Rodman's (on Wisconsin and Garrison). They will take any ID. When I was a young turk, they would take my friend's fake-ID that quite literally had holes in it. Oh, and the picture on the card was a woman who was of an entirely different race than the cardholder. Conclusion: Rodman's is awesome.
(But don't you dare get caught by the MPD. If Rodman's loses its liquor license, I will cut you.)
Friendship Heights is also home to the craziest homeless lady I have ever had the privilege to avoid eye contact with. She is nuts. She lives by the Metro elevators on Wisconsin and Jenifer and can often be heard mumbling crazytalk to herself.
Saturday afternoon, the crazy homeless lady was walking around with a halo on her head. She was easy to spot. My friends, one being "male, gay, and fabulously interesting" and the other being a young female, moved in to get a picture. I don't really blame them. I mean, a flippin' halo? Unfortunately, I think she noticed. She started yelling. Yelling crazy.
"What are you staring at? Her vagina!? CHECK THE OTHER SIDE, THAT'S WHERE SHE'S A CRIMINAL. [wtf!?]. Pink panties! All the girls are wearing pink panties!"
I didn't have a tape recorder, so I am just paraphrasing here. But you don't forget exclamations like these. I was horrified by this whole ordeal. My friends, I think, were reveling in the vaginocentric attention. (I really wish "vaginocentric" was a real word.)
I can't even tell you how excited I am to deal with this lady on a daily basis. This is going to rule.