Meeting People

I'm a relatively outgoing person. I can sit down and talk to strangers if need be, but I wouldn't call myself overly social. (Like those people who get on a plane or train and just start talking to you! I can't stand those people. I am not on a train to talk. I am on a train to get somewhere, and in the meantime I'm going to enjoy the ride by napping and reading. Just cause I'm sitting next to you does not mean I want to talk about your niece Lizzy and her new disgustingly cute habit.) That is why this weekend was so interesting.

I met tons of people, by which I mean 7. Still a high number when you consider I spent most of the weekend in my apartment. I went out with a friend to a local billiards place and while we were there we joined up with a group of girls who had recently moved to the area. After about an hour we met a group of guys who had been living here for about a year. out of our 3 groups, none of us had ever met before, but we hit it off. We spent the night playing darts (which we all stunk at) and dancing at a club (where we were heckled by the other dancers with a chorus of "Go White Girl"). At the end of the night we all exchanged numbers and went our separate ways.

The next morning I was ridding in the elevator of my building with a guy named Tommy. We started a conversation (which is unusual for me as you could probably tell by my ideas about talking while traveling) and decided to get together again sometime.

All in all it was a very social weekend for me.

People on the Metro

I commute a fare distance on the Metro going to and from work. Now that I've been doing this for a few months I have noticed that there a few repeat characters. Last night I saw a family that I typically only see in the mornings. I was very surprised to see them on my commute home.

This family is the typical American family with a mom, dad and child. They get on the metro at Forest Glen and ride into the city. The mom probably works in a law firm or at a court office. This theory comes from the types of documents she is typically holding when she exits at Judiciary Square.

The father and son continue along the red line after her departure. I'm not entirely sure what the dad does in the day. He continues on the Red line after I transfer at Metro Center. I feel like he has a fun job somewhere. He wears jeans and simple sweaters.

The little boy is of Asian decent, adopted by his Caucasian parents. He is adorable. He is still young enough to stand on his mother's lap while riding the train, however judging by his size and her face after about a minute of this I think she's going to start vetoing that idea in a month. He seems like a smart child, his stroller is always filled with little books, which I've seen his dad read to him.

I have grown a fondness for this family and their morning intersations. It's just anouther reason why I love the city. You can develope an unwriten relationship with people you've never met.