LA versus DC: 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.