So, at some point I have to go and get an actual District driver's license. This seemed like a mundane task until one of my friends told me that they SHRED your other state one right in front of you. OH GOD! What happened to the hole punch? I have a special attachment to my driver's license. I don't necessarily think I look stunning or anything, but (a) I'm VERY tan; and (b) glow in the dark bears.
Glow in the dark bears, you ask? That's right...for those of you who don't know, if you hold your Cali driver's license up to a blacklight there are California flags that pop up all over it. It's SOOOO cool:
This also brings me to how much I like flags. Another thing that the District and Cali share with each other are their INCREDIBLY nationalistic flags. First of all, California's says in big bold letters, "CALIFORNIA REPUBLIC," and the District's just looks like some small soviet eastern bloc state. Both flags give me that pleasant "don't **** with us" kind of feeling.
So the next question all you District readers are probably going to ask me: are you going to be one of those annoying residents who (a) puts a DC flag up over the front door of their brownstone; and (b) wears one of those shirts with the DC flag and your neighborhood name plastered under it?
My response:
(a) Of course. I will indeed fly my District flag above my door...with pride.
(b) I WOULD. However, I've already realized that everyone laughs at me when I say I live in Kalorama. It's a neighborhood that doesn't quite have as much street cred and edge to it like, say, Columbia Heights. I'd basically just be telling everyone that I live in that absurdly sheltered, affluent neighborhood in Northwest that would continue its daily life as usual even if the rest of the city broke into riots and flames. That would just be dorky.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Relinquishing My Driver's License
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I hope they have better licenses down there these days. I have a friend who lived in DC around the time the mayor stole all the money and spent it on hookers and crack. Consequently, they issued these licenses that were the cheapest pieces of shit you've ever seen. Something you could make with a typewriter and a laminating machine.
It looked so fake, she had it taken away by a bouncer at a bar in Northampton, Mass. Her ACTUAL real DC ID. She had to get a cop to come and make the bouncer give her license back. REDICK!
P.S. Heard about all the drama? ;-)
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