Snowed In

DC got absolutely hammered with snow this weekend. We received somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty inches of snow in twenty-four hours. In a city that appears to only have three plows, two inches is crippling, so twenty literally shut down the District and the Federal Government.

As the snow started on Friday evening I settled onto my couch with a beer, satisfied that I had cancelled my plans to go to the bars. Around 9:30pm, though, I got a text from Bear asking if I wanted to go to the Tune-In for drinks and "breakfast". The snow was coming down pretty hard at that point so I figured if I was going to be snowed in for any appreciable amount of time I might as well get a little action. We met at my house and went to the bar together.

The Tune-In is this cool joint on Pennsylvania Ave. It's a total dive, replete with mounted animals on the walls, a juke box, and PBR on tap. They open at 8am and serve breakfast all day long. I've only been there twice, both times with Bear, but if I had to guess it seems like it would be an easy place to meet girls because just by being there it's like you're "in the club". What I mean is it's very small, and everyone seems to know each other, so all the clientele intermingle. It's great. An example of this is at 11:37pm a guy stood up from his table, wobbled a bit, then waved to everyone. The place erupted in applause and cheers. Bear and I were really confused, so a guy next to us leaned into our booth and said "He's been here for exactly 12 hours." He kissed, hugged, and hi-fived his way out of the bar. Hysterical, I loved it.

On Saturday night I met Poonani out for drinks. Earlier in the week Poonani and I talked and determined we were just going to be friends. Saturday night, therefore, was just like "drinks with the guys". I don't have any good female friends in DC(because I generally hook up with them) so I'm kind of looking forward to this. However, Poonani showed up with this low-cut shirt and her tits hanging out all over the place, something the "guys" don't usually do. I realize I'm new at hanging out with girls in a non-sexual capacity, but perhaps this would be easier if we had sex first? You know, get that out of the way.

Moving on...

The bar closed at midnight, so I paid the check and walked Poonani home. I would like to point out that when the check came Poonani made no attempt at paying. As I've said, on dates I pay for everything. But this was not a date. When I go out with my buiddies we split the check. I thought this was worth pointing out.

It was still early so Poonani invited me up to her place for a drink and I agreed, but in the back of my head I was thinking "this isn't going to end well".

Poonani is looking to buy a house so we talked about real estate a lot that night. She currently lives in an apartment in an older building, but in a great location. She pays a lot for the relative convenience of the neighborhood, $1850 per month. In this economy you can live in a brand new building with a doorman and parking for that price, so I was stunned when I walked into her place and it was a total dump. The walls were cracked, the floors were a mess, the kitchen was bottom of the line everything, and some light "fixtures" were just bare bulbs. It was big, but so what?

On top of the unit being shitty, Poonani was a slob. The place was a pig sty, it looked like a guy's college apartment. She had stuff everywhere. I can't even describe what the "stuff" was, other than an assortment of detritus on most flat surfaces. Clothes, dishes, mail, you name it. I had a hard time finding a place to sit down, and once I found a spot I wasn't sure I WANTED to sit down. It was just gross. I decided to follow Poonani to the kitchen to make drinks. When I walked in the kitchen here was a puddle in the middle of the floor. I looked up at the ceiling and said "I think you have a leak?" Poonani said "No, the dog peed" then she placed a paper grocery bag on top of the puddle! Oh man, I needed to get out of there.

We had a drink and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I'm not going to lie, I really didn't have to go, I just wanted to see what it looked like. Poonani didn't disappoint, the bathroom was slightly worse than the rest of the house. To her credit, there really wasn't any storage in the bathroom, so she had hung one of those clear shoe holders on the back of the bathroom door and filled it with all her bathroom junk. Maybe I'm spoiled, but for $1850 I would expect at least a couple of cabinets hung on the walls for storage.

At 2am I finished my drink and said I was leaving. Poonani offered me the couch to crash on, but I was really tired and wanted to sleep in my own bed. I took the Metro home and was pretty impressed that nothing more took place.

There is one other note-worthy event from this weekend, but it's so unusual and specific that I'm afraid it would give away my identity if I described it in detail. Let's just say that I did a "good deed" for a random stranger on Saturday. It was snowing freakishly hard, and the person was all bundled up. I could tell it was a female, but that's all. After I helped her she said "Is your name ...", I said "Yeah, how did you know that", she said "I work with your friend ...., we've met before". I don't remember this girl at all, but my friend says she is hot, but one of the most narcissistic people he knows. The next day she sent me a friend invite on Facebook. Does that mean she wants to hook up? I really have no idea. She is hot, and can't be more than 23, which is always fun. I'm just not sure how to interpret the friend invite.