P.S. Stop Blogging

NO Marissa, I will not stop blogging, especially now I am aware of my new and very important readership. Yes M-money, I have a readership. Oh P.S. I will be sure to be at your graduation party no matter what, even in the face of the thought that your baby sisters will just make fun of me the whole time.


So, on Wednesday, I knew only a handful of people out here in DC, my Room mate (J Diesel) and a few kids I work with, who are a bit younger and not living in the City. On Thursday that all changed. I met a ton of kids on the 3rd floor, as well as my fellow neighbors on my floor (4th) and they are all down. On Friday a few of us hung out but most of us were all extremely tired from working in the District, on the Hill, at the White House, and at various other high stress areas out here in DC.


Saturday, my neighbor and I cooked us some legit breakfast burritos and be for we knew it, we had a group of ten people and we were all headed out to the Smithsonian Institute. It rained, no, it POURED like crazy and I bought an umbrella off of a bum for five dollars. It was a smart investment.


After we mobbed the Smithsonian we all went out to dinner at this Vietnamese restaurant over in Georgetown. The food was good but the service was horrible, so I doubt we will be going back (that and it was 12 bucks a plate, hardly within the means of an Intern's budget). After that we hit up the Hawk ~N~ Dove nightclub, which is right down the street from the capitol, and quite lenient on underage drinking, long story short it was a good night, and I'm glad to finally know a few people out here. I see a very fun and rewarding summer ahead of me, but for now, I really need to go get some food.


Sincerely,




Drew of Columbia

Drew C....K street big shot?

Yes my office is on K street in the Golden Triangle coalition, but I am far from a big shot.

I woke up this morning, not having a clue where I was. I have a huge bay window and I could see that it was foggy and hazy, and to my dismay, it was not a cool refreshing fog like we have in Denver. It was instead, a warm, smothering and almost suffocating fog and at 7 48 am (That would be 548 Mountain Standard time, which also makes it the earliest I have ever woken up in my life) it was already in the 70s. Not cool is what I said to myself, and then chuckled a little about how clever I was, and then almost got ran over by a Mercedes Benz. People who drive Mercedes in this town are crazy, they run red lights, don't signal, and don't slow down for peds. The cross walks are not clearly marked out here and some corners don't have walk signals.

I thought that in a city filled with the best lawyers in the world, there would be some pedestrian safety precautions.


I stroll down K street and my office building is across the street from where I thought it was, but any how the security guard somehow already knows I'm an intern, and after singing in, I head to the top floor for orientation.

I am pleased that there are 12 other young interns who are all fairly friendly, and happy that the Legislative and Political Action department (my department) gets the top floor and amazing offices. Everyone I work with are nice, helpful, and intelligent.

I am going to like my job.


I take my first subway ride on the Metro and it was quite the experience. They are nothing like the Light Rail of Denver because they are older and super noisy. You can't hear a thing and they shake like this bum that is always standing by Old Green George. However, there is no "Gap" to "mind" (sorry Marissa). I had to travel all the way across the District to target for some groceries . I hate target (sorry sisters) but for now it's the only place I have found.


Day two starts tomorrow and I look forward to the weekend (that'll never change).



Peace,



Drew C in DC

D.C. hits the streets in DC

I woke up early this morning in an extremely foul mood. I was not looking forward to leaving the beautiful state of Colorado today. I woke up, packed, ate my last home cooked breakfast and headed to DIA. The car ride was quiet, i didn't say much. I was nervous and honestly I didn't want to go. I didn't get any goodbyes. And the one that I did manage to get wasn't a good one, it was kinda like a badbye or something. My flight got delayed for over an hour because United freaks out about oil leaking engines or something.
My flight sucked too. My seat wouldn't recline and I got the middle seat, and as everyone should know, I HATE the middle seat. The guy next to me took his smelly shoes off and then snored the entire flight until we hit some serious turbulence and then he woke up acting like we were all going to die, grabbing on to my armrest and nearly knocking my laptop off of the fold out tray.


I was pissed.


After a long wait for my stupid luggage, I instantly forgot about everything when I stepped out of the airport doors.


The sun was shining in full force on our nation's capital and the air was warm and humid. Everything was immediately washed in the glow of the D.C. sun. And the sun is different here. It's soft and all of the monuments just soak it up.

My cabbie talked to me about a whole lot of stuff, I think, I don't really talk very good cabbi yet. Actually fuck it, I'm never going to because I'm going to walk everywhere.
I checked into my apartment, and they def over hyped this place to me on the phone. Someone owes me an apology. Any how, I unpacked, and took a stroll out the door, into the streets of my new temporary home town. The White House is just a few blocks from my apartment and there's a giant statue in a small park of General George Washington, which is streaked that beautiful statue of Liberty green from decades upon decades of D.C. rain and oxidation.


I found a T.G.I. Fridays near my house (only to miss the McFadden's right across the street from my place) and had a giant Miller Light and a JD burger.

I forgot about the lack of goodbyes and the reluctance to come to D.C.

Tomorrow is a new day and I start a new life tomorrow. I know not a single soul out here, but by tomorrow, that will be a totally different story.



Wish me luck and stay tunned.



Patriotically,




Drew C of the District

Drew C: Published and Respected authority.

HAHA not really. Well I am published now.


Check it out yo




Letter to the Rocky Mountain News concerning the Right-to-Work for le$$ ballot initiative HERE


A letter I wrote to the Northglenn Sentinel was also published . They didn't put up web version, but I'm sure if you try hard enough, you can find a hard copy somewhere.

Mark Penn update

I was right about Mark Penn being a douche bag after all! Down with Union Busters!!!!!


Change To Win blog blasting Mark Penn

TPM blog on Mark Penn getting hated on by everyone

Dear Rocky Mountain News

I wrote my first letter to the editor today.


If it gets published. I will post a link and I will also post links to any scathing republican letters written in response, and I will also post anything said by Johnathan Coor's in response (yes, that Coors, and yes, I did rip on him because he's a greedy bastard millionaire fuck). Wish me luck!


Also, check out my fellow blogger here

Washington DC for the summer?

I'm not going to lie,


I don't want to leave Colorado. I am getting a little nervous about my internship this summer in DC. I'm excited but I really don't like the idea of being away from Colorado, my friends, my family, my romance, my dogs and smelly gay cat, and all the fun everyone is going to be having this summer with out me. May be it's just cold feet or maybe pre-flight jitters. I mean, Marissa had them, and now she's in fucking England. Yes, fucking England. I got an email today, requesting about my availability for the summer program, and I have to admit, seeing it down on paper, made it seem like a really really long time.

OH well, I guess this is part of growing up.


I will do it if everything falls into place, like it has been.

I expect to learn a lot out there, meet a thousand new people, and return to Colorado being, perhaps 80 to 90% more of an eligible bachelor and at least 15-20% more suitable for marriage.



Oh, and a beard. No, I lied. I can not grow a beard.