Night in the City

I went out to celebrate a friend’s birthday last night near Foggy Bottom. Yesterday was about the warmest day I’ve seen in months, so I was excited to ride my motorcycle. I took the long way in, since it was so nice out, and got to see a dozen George Washington U students walking around in cardboard boxes as part of some fraternal hazing ritual. Thanks to my two-wheeled transport, I parked right outside the door of McFaddens for the party. Well I left the club at about 2:00, just in time to go up to Adams Morgan for some jumbo, slice pizza. If you’ve never been to Adam’s Morgan, you’ll want this visual to get some context. There are four or five places in Adams Morgan that sell “bigger than your head” slices of pizza. Pizza Mart is by far the best. While I was ordering, more than one person came in and said “[Praise the Lord!!] look at the size of that!” I got a real kick out of the one guy who kept asking for a vegetarian pizza. The Pizza Mart isn’t exactly a health food store.

It takes a while to eat a slice of pizza that big. While I stood around on the street and watched the happenings of Washington, DC at 2am, I picked up what must have become DC’s version of Hawaii’s “Aloha.” People were just shouting “Obama!” to each other as they passed on the sidewalk. Of course I also overheard someone say “How come every time you see a young, black person you say ‘Obama’?” I didn’t hear the answer.

Speaking of Obama, I hear he wants to jump-start the economy through a massive public works program. He can start with the streets in his neighborhood. Riding a motorcycle through Washington, DC is akin to riding a wooden roller coaster with some bolts missing. Seriously jarring.