A Tribe Called Quest - Can I Kick It?
kickin’ it old school today…
i’m in Richmond! not officially, but i’ve got my shat pretty much moved in…
new job starts Monday!
away i go...
goodbye D.C……
so this past week, i accepted a position as general manager of Sette - a pizza bistro/winebar in downtown Richmond, VA. therefore, my brief stay in the D.C. area is coming to a close. am i sad to see it end? yes. am i excited at the opportunity in Richmond? yes. will i miss the shootings and juvenile detention center escapees across the street? probably not.
as an East Coaster from north of the Mason-Dixon, i’ve always had a snobbish attitude about those cities south of the D.C. metro area. however, after a few trips to Richmond, it is quickly changing. the downtown area has a great vibrant, hip attitude with lots of younger residents. there are plenty of clubs, bars, nightlife, art, music, and creativity in general. i’m sure that there will even be a good share of those annoying snob/hipsters that i SO miss from my time in Billyburg, Brooklyn.
i am writing this post from Richmond (thank you Panera for free wi-fi!) waiting on a landlord to call about a house posted on that list that Craig built. hopefully something comes of the meeting. i have so much shit to handle over the next few weeks, hopefully i won’t go batshit bananas.
so goodbye, D.C., old friend. Justin’s packin’ up and headin’ south. remember me as the guy who hated the early bar closing times but loved the bar smoking in VA. remember me as the guy who could never get the hang of the Metro line switches coming home from Nats games. remember me as the guy who bitched about the overpopulation of steakhouses downtown, yet still enjoyed going to said places.
Georgetown-stay rich. remember “gentrification” is only a scary word for those who can’t afford to live there.
Dupont Circle-just remember. 15 bucks for a martini is PERFECTLY acceptable. especially if served by a douchebag hipster who thinks you’re “sad” for living in northern VA.
Adams Morgan-keep that panda shit stinkin’ up the neighborhood bar scene. the National Zoo, whilst an embarrassment, is a bastion of your community. that and Whole Foods Market.
Van Ness-keep on wishing that you were Adams Morgan. sans panda shit, of course.
Capitol Hill-don’t worry. Eastern Market will bounce back. just keep overflooding the cop presence and everything will be fine.
1600 Pennsylvania Ave-it’s almost over. that asshat’s lease runs out in about 4 months.
Crystal City/Pentagon City-thanks for allowing me to pay way too much for “luxury” mall goods. thanks as well for then raping me for parking. it’s been great.
Old Town Alexandria-you know that river separating you from the District? you’ve never let that hinder your desire to be the poor man’s Georgetown. that’s dedication. your overpriced houses, poor flood protection, and social climbing residents will be missed.
keep in touch. if you’re ever in town, stop on by to see me. we’ll do lunch. as long as you’re buying…
good luck and Godspeed (in the words of Hillary)…
Justin Yun-Nam Zukowski
i’m pretty sure this duo is vindication from everything i’ve had to put up with from characters with stupid names like Mims…D4L…Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em…Three-Six Mafia…Lil’ Boosie…Flo-Rida…shit, I could go on for days.
The Mighty Delaware is the next superstars of hip-hop. fo’ sho.
melissa, to me.
fine. maybe i was being slightly hypocritical, but only slightly.
i say this too.
(via edatrix)
