I’m sick of working downtown.
Don’t get me wrong, the current state of DC’s downtown is a vast improvement over its wasteland state when I was a student. But I keep waiting for the promised land of a “living downtown” that always gets touted when someone needs votes.
Take my woeful daily lunch ritual. I’m awash in a sea of Au Bon Pain’s, Potbelly’s, and Cosi’s. There’s nothing wrong with any of these per se, but after five years of lunches it gets a little old. Not to mention that since the lamentable closing of Olsson’s I only have two bookstores to wile away my lunch hour in – the ubiquitous chains of Barnes & Noble and Border’s. Again, nothing wrong with them intrinsically, it’s just the dearth of choice that gets me down. And from the massive cranes I see everywhere, the situation won’t be likely to change anytime soon.
More office buildings, more suits, more drones, less choice.
Downtown gets blander and blander and I’m stuck in the middle.
God, I’m so depressed…
This calls for some Fantasy Shopping at the only naughty little French lingerie store in downtown, Coupe de Foudre.
I’ve yet to tempt myself there – it’s on E Street somewhere – I’ll report back!
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs