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D.C. boosters like to talk up our city’s ever-growing creative economy. Musicians, artists, theatermakers, craftspeople, bloggers—everyone’s got ideas to share. And at our bars and restaurants, the ideas flow as freely as the libations. At various haunts, you might hear people plotting the latest political strategy, arguing which Ian—McKaye or Svenonius—better represents D.C. or exchanging style tips.

And sometimes you’ll hear people talk about blowing shit up.

Overheard of the Week

I was at Maddy’s in Dupont Circle having drinks with a friend. We’re sitting at the bar when a group emerges from the back of the restaurant. They are all young professionals, except for one man, dressed in a trench coat and cowboy hat, with a long mustache and long hair (sort of like the comedian Billy Connolly). As he walks past us, we hear him say to two of his companions: “So you take a roll of toilet paper and you drop it in kerosene.” Unfortunately he was out of earshot so we couldn’t hear the follow-up. But we spent a good amount of time trying to come up with what it might be!

Overheard in D.C. is only funny because you hear stuff and send it in. Make sure you send the best overheard gems our way. Please include who, where, and in what context, please!

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Balls too easy

Before the start a Nationals-Dodgers game:

Man standing in line at the center field gate ticket window talking to his buddy on the phone, right near the end of the conversation he looks up and says, “Oh look silver balls!” and then hangs up.

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Debt Is Funny

Three female George Washington University undergrads walking into the Foggy Bottom Whole Foods about 5 p.m. on a weekday afternoon.

Student 1: (laughs) Yeah, my parents found out about it.
Student 2: About all of your credit card debt?
Student 1: Yeah, and my mom sent me money yesterday to pay it all off.
Students: (Laugh)

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This Week in Tourism

P.O.V Lounge, Saturday night. Clearly visiting from out of town, a group of women in their mid-30s survey the view. One woman in particular corrals the rest of her friends to the railing, cranes her neck, points to the Jefferson Monument and says in a very loud, very confident voice:

Woman 1: “GIRLS! Girls… if you look over there, behind the monument, you can see the White House. Look—that’s the White House.”

Woman 2: “I actually think that’s the Jefferson. The White House is right here.” (Points toward actual White House.)

Woman 1: Oh. I guess it’s the domed roof that threw me off.

Woman 2: (Shakes her head)

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Ahh, Bliss

Georgetown Waterfront Park, Thursday, 6:30p.m.:

Woman, to her husband: I swear, if you start a political conversation at dinner tonight, I will put rat poison in your drink.