district sleeps alone tonight . .

. . almost every night.

one of the albums that we listened to a lot while driving on our little road trip was the postal service. ironically, i've been living in DC for over a year and haven't reacquainted myself with the first track of the album.

while in berkeley, i thought the song "so described my situation" . . but now it's not even funny anymore.



from falling asleep with full make up on (smeared black ink) . .
to barely listening to statements (i'm staring at the asphalt) . .
to the scenes of all those silhouettes of people sleeping in the bed with her (romantic and not) . .
to the random house parties (i thought the house party phase was over after i turned 21?) . .
to the chanting of "i was the one worth leaving" and "DC sleeps alone tonight" . .

dc really is this funky place where 20 something year olds come to do "serious" work during the day and realize they also need to do some serious NON work during the night and weekends.

. . it also is this funky place where you're not sure if people are really listening to you or if they're already devising a witty comeback or strategically thinking who else to talk to next.

. . it also is place where it seems normal to share beds with people who you might not be romantically involved in, especially if they're the 92034803 friends visiting from "back home." Sometimes your home feels like a hotel and you keep spare beds lying around like normal people keep spare towels in their cupboards.

. . it also is a place where 20 and 30 something year olds have house parties . . kegs and all.

lastly, it also is a place where people come because something before was worth leaving (or not worth staying for) to realize that when you get here, you'll just meet a lot of other lonely people who actually like being alone.

some folks love it . . some folks hate it . . but most folks just hate to admit that they love it.