Hitting the streets

Hey friends!

I need to start writing these posts earlier; I’ve been having to force myself to sit down, slap my face a good one or two, shrug off any semblance of sleepiness and blast Eye of the Tiger in order to prepare myself for TUMBLR TIME.

Ohh yeah, can you feel the music?

What’s up, iPhoto? How’s it going, tumblr?

I’m getting pumped…

Risin’ up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance
Now I’m back on my feet

Let’s start off at the Tenleytown-AU metro station, shall we?

Boogie over two stops along the red line to Bethesda. Be like me and strut the streets.

Then trip over a curb in front of a car, and realize you’ve been going the wrong way for a good 5 blocks.

Turn around, but do so subtly (i.e. take out the phone and pretend you’ve forgotten something totally important).

Arrive at Bethesda Row, fend off the cheering fans, and search for the nearest coffee shop to thaw your frozen fingers/nose.

Find Bethesda Bagels instead.

Order the everything flago (flat + bagel = …less calories?) with honey walnut raisin cream cheese.

Oh yeah, you heard me. HONEY. WALNUT. RAISIN. CREEEEEAM. CHEEEESE. This spread is so sinfully good that I’ll admit to you right now that the sole reason for going to Bethesda today was to find the cream cheese.

I first had it two years ago, and it’s been like a long lost lover ever since. Baby? It’s been too long.

Call your momma immediately to tell her how happy you are that you’ve found the ~~missing chalice~~ most delightful bagel spread ever.

Make mental notes to drag momma to said bagel shop and hoard all containers of it to store in case of natural disaster.

Then buy a giant oreo chocolate cookie.

And share it with Stuart, because… less calories, right?

Next stop: Dupont Circle. Strut your way back to the metro.

Cheers to the DC weirdos just in case you miss the Berkeley weirdos.

Arrive at your destination. Fend off massive hoards of screaming groupies.

Still feeling the music?

Wander around Dupont Circle and walk around in circles. (Only do so because you’re too cool for school and not because you have no idea how to figure out the streets. Besides, why do the streets all have to splay out from a giant circle like rays? How does one determine North, South, East, or West?!)

Pass up all the fancy schmancy DC restaurants because your mere essence would put them immediately out of business.

Find instead a cute little hole in the wall on 18th St. and Jefferson Place N. that you’ve read about on yelp.

Buy the veggie empanada (or another one if you’re not a vegetarian like me) with chickpeas, rice, black beans, and potato.

Stuff it in your purse for later because that you’re still working off that cookie.

Hit the streets shopping.

Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin’ tough, stayin’ hungry
They stack the odds
Still we take to the street
For the kill with the skill to survive

Spot food trucks!

And more food trucks!

And even more food trucks!

Naturally forget that you’ve bought an empanada earlier and order the vegetarian carb-free tacos.

Whatever you do, don’t make the assumption that food truck food is supposed to be easily eaten with fingers… or will even vaguely be neat to eat.

Grab napkins. Because you’re prepared like that.

(By the way, these tacos were so good! They were loaded with lettuce, seasoned tofu, and Korean kimchi, and wrapped with a sweet and sour kimchi radish. However, they were also super spicy, something I definitely did not anticipate before pouring sriracha sauce all over them.)

Sit in a nice urban park with your food.

Hang out with Farragut. (And Stuart, who was currently residing in my pocket.)

And because the tacos were actually way spicier than expected, immediately rush over to a frozen yogurt shop for cappacino, eggnog, and peppermint froyo topped with blueberries, strawberries, and kiwi.

Go home.

Pay $70 to hack off all your hair.

Visit a Korean grocery store for dinner ingredients!