So I recently returned from two trips to the good old capital of our nation, Washington D.C. One time to visit a good friend, the other for a crappy conference. Things are just done differently on the other side of this country! Here's a couple observations:
1.) Everyone seems informed. I did not once get on a subway and not see every other passenger reading a U.S. News, the Examiner, or some other related political periodical.
2.) I had the joy of arriving the same week as Luis Palau's big hoopla Evangelical outreach conference in the middle of the National Mall. "God is in the house!!! Look at _____ do his triple-backflip for the Lord!!" Reminded me of the movie Saved...
3.) You can measure a man's power by his shoes... nice shoes - nice job. Flip flops...
4.) When stores advertise a large slice of pizza at 3 am in Adam's Morgan... they mean a slice of pizza the size of your head. Seriously!! Don't mess with those pizzas.
5.) Everyone is an intern for an assistant to the assistant director of some non-profit organization.
Despite the abundance of interns and expensive food, D.C. fascinated me. The monuments at night... after a half-bottle of ouzo are spectacular. The metros are quick and easy, and the opportunities are innumerable. You just breathe in a sense of power and importance simply by walking the streets.
Nonetheless, I cannot wait to go back... maybe next time I'll meet some administration members...Rove, Libby, Frist, Delay... There should be some good jail tours by that time
The final semester of my college career is upon me, and already 1/3 of the semester is gone. Unfortunately I'm 0/3 closer to having any clue as to what I'll be doing come December... That's the strange part about a college education, it provides an identity through your major, it creates and modifies some of your interests, but when you are all done, you still don't know what is next.
Waste of $120,000... naww, it would just be nice to have a clue what to answer at those fun family get togethers.. "So Andrew, what's next after college... you can't live your jetsetting lifestyle forever, time for real life." aka "So Andrew, when are you going to join the monotonous working crew of 9-5, day in and day out? You know, the joy of youth can't last forever..."
Maybe I'll make something up, "Actually, Uncle ____ I was thinking of joining a leper colony in the African Republic of Congo..." That will shut them up nice and quick.
Anyways, planning every detail of life is overrated anyways... too much of that and you never really live.
