Intern Amanda Lives

Also, there is something you should know. Today, I dawned the dress, and with that an identity. I styled the classic gray intern dress, wide neck, knee length, cap sleeves, small black belt, adorable pointed black leather shoes, oversized pearl necklace and earrings, and my professional/intelligent/stylin' black and silver rimmed glasses. I added a white cardigan with rosettes (naturally), a gray purse with a scarf, and a small silver an black flower ring with a surprising amount of sparkle and class. Then I put the hip in my hop and the hop in my step and all I needed was a loose low bun in my hair to be the quintessential me. But, oh buddy, Intern Amanda lived today.

My Most Favorite Street Persons

I love the street people who don't jus beg but try and provide their financiers with something worth paying for. When I'm on the bus and we pull up to a corner and I hear the wonderful sound of a trumpet, and it's playing a wonderful tune, I feel wonderful. Or when there is a man at the top of the metro escalators who has a Casio piano, amps, a saxophone, and a mac computer and is serenading the whole square! That was really one of my best days. I also marvel at the normal smelly hobo who has one flute that is so clear and penetrating. I'm honestly shocked. It is quite a juxtaposition to see a disheveled and unkempt man producing something so clean and really it's just out of place. Maybe that's why I like this quandary. It introduces such a mess for me to sort out then combine into one story.

Secondhand Cigarette Count: 15

My Favorite Bums

1. The man living on a park bench while using an apple MacBook Pro. . . ?
2. The man in the wheel chair who plays music from his boom box.
3. The man who plays the banjo, sells books, and is affectionately addressed with, "My man! What's up?"

Crazy.ppl.dc_1

So we're walking to the Metro to go to some inconsequential location when we pass the Thai food restaurant where a mad man is wearing some Peter Pan shorts, no shirt, and fitting a vine around his body as some kind of decoration. We had a disturbing laugh. He proceeded to walk in our direction at which point we put booked it out of there.
Curiously, I saw the same crazy man today. He was using jazz hands and big facial expressions at each person who looked at him as he passed. Again, no shirt and spandex shorts. Disturbing. I kept a safe distance.

LOVEtheMetro_1

The other day on the metro the announcer made everything sound like it was a Disneyland tram. "Welcome aboard the blue line train! Last stop Largo Town Center and Franconia Springfield." Then, "Thank you for riding the blue line train! Watch your step and have a nice day!" And all this in his most clear WWF announcer voice. It was all way too chipper for me to handle. The heat in the car, however, was just bearable with Walt Disney coming over the loudspeakers. Just one more way the metro reminds me of Disneyland.