We had incredible weather here yesterday so we decided it was the perfect night to christen my dad’s new roof deck.
My dad and my stepmom just bought a new house, and it’s awesome because it’s really close to my house. They split their time between D.C. and Toronto, but it would be innaccurate to say they actually live in either city because they’re almost always off somewhere else, doing whatever it is that semi-retired people do with their boatloads of free time.
Anywho, whenever they’re in town they harass us (me, the Boo, baby sis and baby Boo) to meet them for inappropriately boozy dinners that go on for hours.
Needless to say I am hungover as shit. To make matters worse, I have exactly $20.21 to my name (hence the vending machine lunch, below) and I’m supposed to be meeting a girlfriend for drinks after work. Is there a city in America where $20.21 will buy you more than one drink? I think not.
This little poverty problem of mine is intensified by the fact that I don’t know how to have just one drink. I’m an all-or-nothing kinda gal. This summer I’ve been an “all” girl. Truth be told, I’m starting to get a little nervous about my drinking habits (I’ve been out every single night for the past three weeks) but addressing all that serious stuff will just have to wait until tomorrow. Or September.
But getting back to the $20.21 situation. Sweet baby Jesus, I wish I was exaggerating. But I’m not.
Under normal circumstances, my friend could just pay for my drinks. However, this is D.C. where shit is not normal, and my friend can’t buy my drinks because she’s a lobbyist and lobbyists are restricted from paying for things for Hill staffers. (there are some exceptions to this rule, but she doesn’t qualify for any of them, so I am stuck)
There’s a lot I could say about the weirdness of a life in politics, but I’m going to do us all a favor and just let this post, 29 Hill Staffer Problems, tell you everything you need to know about me.
For those of you who actually read it, I’ll provide a little bit of explanation.
#26. We don’t actually go through TSA – our security screening is done by the Capitol Police – but it’s pretty much the same thing.
#20. Office hours and work attire are dictated by whether or not we’re “in session” or “in recess.” Yes, I know that sounds like preschool.
#14. It’s an unspoken rule that if you’re nominated for the “50 Most Beautiful People on the Hill” list, you have to refuse to participate. I think the reasoning there is that it attracts the wrong kind of attention? My old high school crush, who also lives in DC, was on it a few years ago (I no longer have a crush on him) and we give him hell for doing it. I think we’re probably all just jealous.
#11. Anyone who’s been around my blog for awhile will understand the significance of the 3 pm fro-yo run. Today the Boo was on the Hill so he treated me. It was a real Daddy Warbucks/Little Orphan Annie moment, let me tell you.
Welp. That’s that. It’s a sad life I’m living over here today, but someone’s gotta do it.
I hope everyone is having a wonderful, non-hungover Tuesday!