Yesterday, I wore what I thought was a great outfit: a mod type dress, cute Mary Jane heels and blueish-grayish tights that looked fabulous in the display at Nordstrom. It was only later, when I saw my reflection in the Metro windows, that I realized my legs looked like they belonged to a Smurf.
Archive for April, 2008
Thanks to the Metro, I’ve learned the real meaning of Rush Hour. Sure, in Ohio there was rush hour while everybody tried to get to and from work. But that was in cars on a highway. Thus, it didn’t count. It’s not a real Rush Hour unless it involves bodily contact, a big guy who steps on your foot, a dozen tourists, and an escalator.
Growing up, my family lived in Europe for several years. Every weekend, or so it seemed at the time, my parents loaded Little Siblings and I into our Volvo and we went set off to a castle or cathedral or something else eight-year-olds don’t care about. My childhood memories are littered with the refrain, “Not another stupid castle! I don’t want to see another stupid castle!” Last weekend, a friend and I braved the tourists and went down to the Cherry Blossom Festival on Kite Day or whatever it’s officially called. As I was walking through the Tidal Basin, I overhead a little girl say, “Not another stupid Cherry Blossom.” Parts of my childhood flashed before me: Little Sister’s never ending car sickness, sampling Schnitzel at every restaurant in Germany, fighting in the back seat of the car because Little Brother’s arm was in “my sector.” Suddenly, I wasn’t annoyed with the masses of tourists who can’t figure out a Metro card. They were a million different variations of my family, making memories on a lazy Saturday afternoon. And the best part: none of them had a Barf Bucket.
I have a secret thing for Peeps. This depiction of what the Rosslyn Metro is like on a Friday afternoon further cemented my appreciation. (see #10, the link hates me) These people are genius.
I’m still secretly reeling (ha! I crack myself up) from meeting Mr. Hottie. And then a friend sent me this Washington Post Article.
“Director Kevin Macdonald, who helmed “The Last King of Scotland,” wanted Rosslyn for its long escalator and its station platform. One character goes down the escalator to the platform, where trains rush by on the upper and lower levels at the same time. It’s the only such configuration in the Metro system.” Told you the escalator was long, Mom!
And apparently, “Directors love the distinctive look of Washington’s subway — its vaulted ceilings, long escalators and shiny trains with the “M” logo.” Yes! I knew moving to DC was a good thing. Nothing like this ever happens in Ohio. And I am informed by reliable sources (aka People at the Place of Lawyerly Things) that movies get filmed here all the time. Watch me become a movie set whore!
From an email I sent out to literally everybody I know about ten minutes ago…