Photo by Kevin HarberHappy hour, while it exists many places, seems to be a very popular D.C. institution. Every day after 5 p.m., bars fill up. You can meet up with coworkers or buddies, get some cheap drinks and some grub, B.S. about whatever, complain about the boss, and so on. But there’s always the possibility you’ll go too far, like at that one office Christmas party.
Overheard of the Week
On a Friday night at Metro Center around when happy hour ends:
Two early-20s girls are excited as the Orange line train to New Carrolton is approaching.
Clearly drunk girl: “OOOO It’s my birthdaaaaay! Well…no. No it’s not birthday. But it’s my traaain.”
Other girl steers her in to the car
Drunk girl: “It’s my train! Yup, it’s my train. And YOU! YOU are my coworker!”
Doors close.
After the jump, cabs, super surprising movie facts, and a new way to end arguments.
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And thus Uber exists
Outside of the Russia House on Saturday Night:
Three guys with military “high-and-tight” haircuts are outside, deciding which bar to attend next.
Guy 1: “Why are we getting into cabs?”
Guy 2: “It’s cheaper than walking.”
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Godwin’s Law just went out the window
Walking past the Supreme Court Building on Wednesday at 6 p.m.:
A group of people, including a few placard holders, are engaged in a heated discussion.
One of them: “Did the baby rape somebody?”
This literally stuns the group into silence, and the interlocutor walks away in true drop-the-mic fashion.
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Ah, college kids
Inside a Georgetown academic building on a Wednesday night:
A group of undergrad guys are eating sandwiches, discussing their favorite “liquors” (like Smirnoff) and how easy it is to buy pot in France.
One guy gets up and buys a soda from the machine. He opens it immediately and it fizzes over and spills on the floor.
Undergrad guy: “Glad this isn’t my fucking house.” He sits down.
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Ah, federal employees
In a federal agency’s Public Affairs Office:
The phone rings and a 60-plus older gentleman on the brink of retirement answers: “Hello, this is [name]. Hello?… Hello? Anyone there? Hello? Up yours!”
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Rick Santorum’s head just exploded
Saturday afternoon, at Tacklebox in Cleveland Park:
Three women in their late 20s or so are talking.
“Speaking of bi-sexual women in a same sex marriage, guess who’s pregnant?”
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New for the Apple II: Oregon Trail 2: Capitol Hill Trail
Near 14th and U Street:
Mid-20’s girl talking on her cell phone: “Are you kidding? I’m going to get dysentery from kissing so much ass.”
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I can’t believe people breathe air!
Sunday afternoon in a Barracks Row frozen yogurt shop:
College-age woman to her friend: “I can’t believe Johnny Depp would be in a Tim Burton movie!”
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And finally, Over-read in D.C.? Why not, it’s 2012.
Two young women playing Draw Something are also talking on their Facebook walls:
Woman 1: “How do you draw IKEA anyway?”
Woman 2: “How do you not guess Hockey?!”
Woman 1: “I thought it was a vacuum cleaner…”
Woman 2: “Who wears a cage on their face to vacuum ice with a stick?”
Woman 1: “That’s what confused me.”
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