Welcome to DC! All 31,528 of you!

Yes kids, what you might have missed while dodging Sidewalk Closed signs, DC’s population increased by 31,528 from 2000 to 2005, bringing DC up to 582,049 residents.

That’s according to the new Census figures for DC, figures revised upwards after Mayor Williams challenged the US Census’s 2005 numbers and they found 2,500 Wayan’s in America.

Why does it matter, these new folks who are less than a National’s game attendance? To quote the WashPost:

William H. Frey, a demographer at the Brookings Institution, called the decision “a big deal.” “This is real. D.C. is increasing its population at a very significant level,” Frey said. The addition of 31,528 people “makes up for all the losses of the 1990s and is equivalent to the loss in the 1980s as well.”

Yep, DC is back! And we’re adding people every day, like DC Court’s Executive Officer, Anne B. Wicks.

Until recently she was an Arlington resident, in violation of the residency requirement for her position. Apparently, she was having move in trouble, which is why there is a 180 day grace period, but her move-in trouble lasted three years.

Before Tom whips out his lame-o “The District is too expensive,” line, it wasn’t like Ms. Wicks was hurting for cash. Her $165,200 salary alone would offer her a wide variety of choices, as would her nest egg from selling a home in Chevy Chase. She was just guilty of the “I wanna’s”. To quote the WashPost again:

In an interview, Wicks said that her purchase of the house, in the Palisades neighborhood, was evidence of her intent to live in the city and that she wanted to raze the house and build another on the site.

Seems her dreams of upgrading to a McMansion after buying a tear-down didn’t go as planned. Now, to her personal horror, I’m sure, she’s living in her Palisades palace.

Welcome Ms. Wicks, your resident number 582,050 in the great re-population of DC!

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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