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Big City Life

A short story about living in a big city.

*Tap tap tap tap tap (really fast)* A pen knocks on the door.

Weber opens the door to find a young man selling magazines to gain points toward a college scholarship. The little guy is really chatty and Weber agrees to actually look at the magazine list, probably because there are actually magazines we could save money on if we bought subscriptions. Pretty quickly, the little guy has chatted Weber into opening the bars that precede our front door. That’s when we realize…there are two little guys! Another has mysteriously appeared for backup sales support.

The Economist comes up as a potential magazine Weber could purchase to help out this little guy and he immediately starts to fill out the subscription form, awkwardly delaying the price announcement. “He doesn’t need money today.” Can’t we just write a check like the nice lady down the street? “Can I come in and sit down to fill out this form?” It’s really confusing to find the price the way they have everything set up. “New Jersey is way different from DC.” Sure would be nice if he could just come in and use the table to write really quick. “Sometimes people think I’m actually a boy and when they realize I’m a girl, they feel bad and give me money.”

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Humpday on the Hill

It’s a crappy Wednesday in DC, so I figured I’d post a couple amusing protester pics to get everybody into the end of the week.  This might turn into a recurring post since we tend to be out and about on weekends and there’s always a march for something going on.

Arr, me President's a pirate.

Arr, me President's a pirate.

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Inaugural Post

Fellow Americans, we have decided to write this blog in an effort to give you a better understanding of (our) life in the nation’s capitol. We’ll talk politics, events, neighborhoods and happy hours. But we also hope to share stories of impeccably layered red, white and blue fashion statements (especially when their gallon milk drinking owners become our 2am bus stop friends). It will be a story of city life and American life, pre-parties and tea-parties, government jobs and unemployment, which we, as  “Deutschbags,” feel compelled to commentate and share. There will be times when we write together, times when we write separately and times when it doesn’t seem like either of us is writing at all. Either way, we hope to offer some insight and entertainment from inside the Beltway.