Day #14: The Puppini Sisters – “Walk Like An Egyptian”
Last night marked the first real snowfall for DC. It was bound to happen, eventually. It started up while we were out in the city trying to discover new territory. Destination: Chinatown. But Chinatown in DC is not a real Chinatown at all. You’ll find the same photo-op worthy Happiness Gate like Philly and Boston have, but there’s really only about a block of Chinese establishments. Otherwise, it’s basically a giant sports arena and a bunch of surrounding chains.
Scenes from last night: skateboarders in front of the public library; a black-clad bouncer who resembled Lucius Best from The Incredibles; three drunk dudes who asked where the best bars were to meet girls and we suggested all the neighborhoods we avoided; women in the bathroom talking about farting; unbearably loud 70s and 80s dance tracks interrupted by record scratching and unnecessary rap tracks; migration to a pleasant Asian fusion joint around the corner; a native Irish waiter with a forearm tattoo of the state of Texas; high-fiving the maitre di; and driving in heavy snow on the beltway.
Today’s song choice is for Danish, who last night asked “is anything original anymore?” as the DJ cued up the Bangles.