If this LJ were titled "true confessions of a gen-after-yuppie" it would look like this:

[ase]

Dear diary,

Today I took public transit to the Dupont Circle farmer's market. Phooey on single tracking! Then I ducked into Kramerbooks - ew, too many people - and sat in the Circle with Cory Doctorow's Little Brother. After that I shopped at Whole Foods and Ann Taylor Loft, completing my yuppie tic-tac-toe for Sunday. Next weekend I will go to kitschy church bazaars in search of the quaint and funky. Pictures to follow!

Unfortunately, every single word of this is true. Except the "kitschy", "quaint" and "funky". Also, I nearly threw Little Brother across the train car. I was restrained mostly by the presence of 40 or 50 people who probably would have objected to flying books and high-volume objections to Doctorow's politics while stuck deep underground between stations. (See also "single tracking and WMATA fail".) So don't read about evil!DHS when the red line's single-tracking.

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This week has been momentous and all, but recent events made me terrifically homesick for college, where the local booze laws made it a lot easier to get amaretto for your hot chocolate. Instead of getting buzzed on almond-flavored stuff, I learned a bit about county liquor licensing: snack-shop with beer is fine, but the "hard" intoxicants are only available via county stores. And oh, if your real objective is to make election-watching bearable? Butterscotch schnapps is an acceptable addition to your hot chocolate.

Now let's get past comparing election results, and move on to being all centrist and stuff. I think the red/blue Republican/Democrat hawk/dove etc dichotomies emphasized in the media have obscured a huge middle ground of people who are sort of purple-opinioned and middle of the road in other ways. That big happy middle is who I really hope will be well-served now and always by the electoral process.

This is also the week I'm trying to get my Thanksgiving/Christmas plans in order: I think it's dad's for turkey, and my roommate and I may have my family over for Dec. 25th dinner. She's not going home this year, and dad still hasn't seen my new place. Christmas is as good an excuse as any.

Comments

[ashcomp.livejournal.com]

Your family ought to be reasonably impressed--the (still somewhat) new place is downright respectable.

[ase.livejournal.com]

Yes. Now, I must come up with chairs (!) for six people and an infant.

[ashcomp.livejournal.com]

Two possibilities: rental, or the second-hand furniture place in the back end of Gaithersburg Square--though they might only do office furniture.

[ase.livejournal.com]

I'm also going to see if any folding chairs pop up on freecycle or at goodwill. Worst case, Target run.

[toraks.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I hope the split is healed. Or at least forgotten or not so bitter. ;-)

I wasn't sure before, but we're now definitely celebrating Thanksgiving! ;-D

[ase.livejournal.com]

I think it's been papered over by the load Obamamania, but I also think it's not as deep as sometimes portrayed. WE ARE ALL AMERICANS, GUYS. Y/Y?

Thanksgiving! Mmmm, cranberry sauce and turkey-drippings gravy.

[tessfawcett.livejournal.com]

Well done! I just got the guilt trip from my paternal parental unit ("but I'll be teaching in January!") so it looks like I'm heading back to sunny CA for Xmas. Le sigh.

And this is why you pick the most annoyingly hard-to-reach cabinet in your apartment and turn it into a liquor storage closet.

[ase.livejournal.com]

"but I'll be teaching in January!"

Ha. Good luck with scheduling your flight. Enjoy the weather while you're out there!

Also re: storage: since I don't keep that much around, I think guzzling the booze before the relatives blow in may be an option as well.

[tessfawcett.livejournal.com]

Ha. Always a good choice.

And just fyi my spring classes don't start until the end of January, so if you feel the need for a self-scheduled "winter break" just let me know. Boston is pretty! There's snow! Not yet, thank God, but there will be in January.