it's 3 am and we're craving.....

chili?
sorry my dc lovers for neglecting this young and still weak blog, but if i'm not blogging, it must mean i'm having fun, right? brandt gave a triumphant introdcution of what LA pretends to be, but we all know it's easy to hide behind plastic surgery, a horrible fake tan and your hard life as an aspiring waitress... i mean actress. we mean business in dc, so when the weekend finally does roll around, we're ready to party and party hard.

by week, our kind are protecting your homes (FBI), giving you tax cuts (Congress) and giving you great 'reality tv' (Top Chef, Real Housewives of DC, Real World). but the weekend, is ours and we're selfish and we're perfectly okay those consequences.

this weekend included a standard YSA dance. it was nothing like the Halloween one, because people are much cooler when they pretend to be something they're not (Chilean miner, a raisin or even the balloon boy). but this dance included service (maybe we're not so selfish) that included 50 post-college young adults sitting on primary little people chairs while coloring learning materials for children in Iraq. only at YSA. speed dating: you could have met your eternal companion in the 3 minute time slot or you could have convinced that guy who always stares at you in Sunday School that it's just not gonna work out. but as usual, the best part of the dance is seeing all your friends who have uptight jobs get down and funky. i am by no means a dancer and have mastered the 'only semi awkward sway,' but i learned this weekend of the 'provo hipster.' provo hipster requires one to only move their upper body, no hips, no legs, just swing your upper body around in hopes of luring people towards you. i wish i could say that we met our future hubbies there with this enticing body movement, but instead we hit the town.

9:30 Nightclub. that's where it went down. you realize you're not in provo anymore when the smell of weed follows you down the street or the bouncer gives your friend an odd lock when carding her Utah driver's license. we convinced a bunch of people to come with us after the YSA dance, so we felt good about our odds with numbers, but what club gets excited when 20 people come in who are not gonna buy alcohol and who are gonna do the provo hipster all night. who cares, we're us. we danced, we laughed, we stared, we left.....

when we left the club at 2 AM was our night over? most definitely not! i'm starving? jumbo slice? nah, i don't wanna walk the 4 blocks. okay, let's drive 6 blocks to ben's chili bowl. okay!

ben's chili bowl is LEGENDARY in dc. it's on U street which is the historical African American district, so it's walls are covered with pictures of famous African Americans and get this, Bill Cosby used to be the only person in the world who could eat there for free. then the Obamas came around, but only Michelle and the girls can eat there free. the president has to pay. i like that, i feel like it'll help fuel the economy. chili cheese fries, chili dogs and milkshakes while asking boys about their crazy FBI jobs or thinking about how milkshakes at 3 am should never happen again.

see obama paying...

i wish i could say we stayed out even longer, but 3 am is pushing it, even for a crazy party animal like me (i guess if you don't know me, that will not be funny at all).








we closed our eyes for a quick nap, just in time to wake up and head to Eastern Market for breakfast. apple cider french toast, blueberry buckwheat pancakes and fried green tomatoes, delicious? yes. Eastern Market is the year around Farmer's Market on the Hill that has fabulous brunch, funky jewelry and vintage paintings.

i wish i could have made this post funnier, lets just pretend that everything i say is incredibly hilarious and it makes you wish you were me. deal? deal. now i must get back to spending your international money.

rich, eric and carl: deciding if they should get another round at 3:30am. courtesy of stefi

lucy and sloane with their chili cheese fries. courtesy of stefi

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dom, stefi, brooke. courtesy of stefi.

Meet ME at the corner of Hollywood and Highland

I’ve given Domineau plenty of time to revel in the joy of thinking she’s right for long enough-- its time you understand the truth. If hearing Katy Perry sing about California Gurls all summer hasn’t convinced you that LA is the place to find your eternal companion, allow me to give you the rundown on why So Cal is the only place to retire from the Provo All Star scene.

• It’s 93 degrees and sunny in beautiful Burbank today. It’s also November 4th. If that doesn’t make you Provo-ites itching to get out of town just keep reading.
• There are four singles wards in the greater Los Angeles area: Los Angeles 1st, Santa Monica 3rd, Glendale 7th, and Northridge.
• For those that haven’t heard, Santa Monica is a beach, i.e. the place where the ocean meets the sand and its 93 degrees in November.
• Whether you are a high powered accountant (you MAC and former MAC students know what “The Big Four” is), a former Mormon movie actor, a wannabe real movie actor, a lawyer, a doctor, an artist, or just someone who loves the beach, (remember 93 degrees) LA is the place for you.
• The Los Angeles temple is about as big and beautiful as they come and has a brand new visitor’s center. If you are one of those people that chooses their temple based on the beauty of the building, (if you ever went to Timpanogos instead of Provo I’m talking to you) you have options. Newport temple is just down the road, and every girl’s fantasy temple, San Diego, is just beyond that.
• If ethnic food is your thing, you are in the right place. I just “yelped” Indian food, and got 180 responses. Take that Bombay House.
• Do I even have to say it? Ok I will. Disneyland. I know you are embarrassed to admit it, but you and 300 other EFY counselors all made your yearly trip and you loved it. Come to LA and you can go whenever you want.
• So you don’t want to admit your love for Disneyland? Need something a bit more thrilling? Well, very nearby you have the option of Six Flags, Knott’s Berry Farm, and Universal Studios.
• Did I mention the weather?
• Finally, although traffic sucks and public transit isn’t much better, we all know this just gives you more time to sit on the freeway and discuss baby names with your eternal sweetheart. On your second date.
  

There you have it; my opening statement. Back-up and depositions will follow, but remember before you make any rash decisions; Its 93 degrees in Burbank today, and if weather.com isn’t lying its 50 degrees and raining in DC.

meet me at the corner of 23rd and constitution.

i am SO excited that you care about MY amazing and exciting life, errr the amazing and exciting life of lds singles in the dc area. Brandt and I decided to start a blog, chronicling the single life, because we're constantly debating who lives in cooler place. we both graduated from BYU from the same program and started the working world at the same time from opposite coasts. As we updated each other on our fun and exciting lives, we noticed a sense of competition and the debate is never-ending, so this is our public argument of who lives a cooler life.

here's the quick guide to the dc scene.

• 4 Young Single Adult (YSA) wards within 10 miles of DC proper. Washington DC 2nd Ward, Colonial 1st Ward, Colonial 2nd Ward and Langley Ward.
• if your driver's license dates to before 1979 or you know were alive when the SONY walkman was released, then you can go to the Potomac Ward (31+ ) which is a super social group too (and age is just a number...).
• not to mention countless wards a little further out near some of the Maryland universities and suburbs of DC.
• Washington DC LDS Temple is 20 minutes from the district (what we locals call downtown dc) and has a fabulous visitors center.
• there are currently 4 senators that are LDS!
• institute is oozing out of our ears here. NOVA has an 8 stake institute program, the BYU Barlow Center offers classes 3 days a week, there is institute class on the Hill (that's the Capitol Hill, where laws are made and magic happens, for those of you that are un-informed) every Friday, plus lots of smaller sessions around!
• i went to 4 "parties" last weekend, all within 2 miles from my house. and this by no means says i am popular (i realized in 10th grade that could never happen) but it means there are endless nacho parties, dessert parties, s'more parties for no reason at all.
• DC Metro Transportation system is AMAZING. you can be at the US Capitol one minute, the next at a county fair. you can be in the suburbs or downtown instantly. car or no car, you can stay hip and social. and you get to be smashed up against a cute lawyer on your way to work, all while trying to remember if you put on deodorant when you left the house this morning.
• 172 offices of foreign embassies are located in DC = fabulous food.
• 22 smithsonians as well as tons of other museums offer great dates and friends' nights out!
• georgetown cupcakes is by far the best. it has a tv show. that's what i thought.
• 9 universities in the dc area.
• boston, nyc, and philly are only hours away.... meaning lots of cute out of towners!

there are so many more things i am excited to brag about.... but i don't want to smash Brandt too far into the ground...yet.

welcome to the great debate.

the great debate for LDS singles is where to call home after Provo or where to settle post-graduation. Follow us while we chronicle the single life of the Provos after Provo on the opposite coasts, making our parents squirm at the news of a metro crash, making our sisters jealous of a movie star siting and be the envy of our married friends, who are living vicariously through us....

Brandt is currently in LA, working in facilities and real estate and getting too much sun, spotting movie stars and avoiding getting bitten by a shark.

Domineau is currently in DC, working for a facilities management firm and falling asleep to her view of the Lincoln Memorial, riding her bicycle around the monuments, and avoiding a political scandal.

We'll have guest contributors and showcase our friends, but ultimately you get to decide, who wins? dc or la.

LA.

DC.