Riding the train to work every day is sometimes a source of aggravation (see the previous post, Dweebcentric Needs a Vacation), and sometimes a source of entertainment. Like today, which was my first real brush with the Capitol Hill yuppies, a faction of DC population that I prefer to avoid whenever possible.
Male yuppie describing every detail of his weekend (MY): We went down to Eastern Market and bought some stuff to make dinner at Victoria’s [other friend].
Female yuppie attentively listening (FY): What did you make?
MY: Gazpacho with shrimp, and octopus. I even have leftover Gazpacho for lunch (holding up lunch sack).
FY: That’s nice. We went to see the Dali Llama on the Mall on Saturday. Then we went to this place… um… Bilbo Baggins in Alexandria for brunch on Sunday (Italics removed to accentuate the whining delivery of the gastropub’s name).
MY: Oh yeah, I haven’t been out there in a long time.
FY: How’s Abby (another mutual friend) and Redbeard (her boyfriend)?
MY: Abby was supposed to come over for a while on Saturday, but only stayed for a half hour because Redbeard was bringing a friend over to her place to make Latkas. Only Abby didn’t know it. Okay… so the story is Redbeard wasn’t responding to any calls or texts all day until like 6:30 and Abby thinks it’s because he did too many drugs and stayed up till the crack of dawn.
And there you have it… a New York moment in DC and a conversation that would sound less out of place if overheard in Manhattan… 20 years ago. Or was written in an Bret Easton Ellis novel anytime.