A lot of people complain about dating in DC. They claim it's hard to meet people with whom they have a real, true, undeniable connection. However, I'm a believer in love and I know -- I just really, really know -- that there's someone out there for everyone. And when you see true love blossom before your eyes, it really is a beautiful thing. Well, unless there are madras involved. Then it's just gross. Can I get a witness?!
No, e-friends, your eyes are not deceiving you. What you're viewing above is, indeed, the deadly his and hers madras/flip-flops combo. And sadly (although always thankfully) we weren't in Georgetown when we witnessed this (kudos to B.A.D. for snapping such a great photo, by the way). Nope, we were at Local 16 on U Street. Proof that this area of town is the new Adams Morgan, which makes Adams Morgan the new Georgetown, which means DC now boasts two douche-to-the-max neighborhoods with U Street breathing down their proverbial necks (that are undoubtedly encased in several popped collars).
Welcome to hell, e-friends. Welcome to goddamn hell. Ironically, it's not hot. But it is shambley!
Have you done some Shambles P.I. work and want to see it online but are too lazy/nice to start your own blog dedicated to mocking others? No prob. Send your sly photographs to firstname.lastname@example.org and we'll do work.