and THIS is why...

you know how every joke is also really a half-truth? well, Y and I like to joke around and play this game we call 'and this is why we're single.' it's really not a game so much as a saying we employ every time we do something stupid. which (shockingly) happens often. like when we yell at each other at whisper-distance inside her apartment. or when i recount many a post-drunken rampage. or when i cackle instead of giggle like a fair maiden (or in Y's case, when she snorts). the list is endless.

this past weekend was a prime example of 'and this is why...' over-usage. i was down in d.c. for the long weekend after Y suggested (ironically?) that we go memorial hopping--since, who else on MEMORIAL DAY WEEKEND would have the same exact idea? um, yeah. and it was really fun when it wasn't hellishly hot. so in an attempt to NOT belabor our most favored conversation topics (boys, tv, our silly friends, and of course...boys), we indulged in some uber-dorkiness while monument hopping. see exhibit A:

this was of course taken while a Hot Guy walked by. thus, and this is why i'm single...





then, playing the role of Asian Tourist with a look! i'm a giant! compared to the lincoln memorial:








i was laughing hysterically through some of these photos that i almost fell into the tidal basin. which would have warranted yet another reason for why...oh you get the point! it's never-ending! and it didn't help that not only was the City built on a Swamp boiling over with humidity, but an unseasonable wind would often kick up (literally) my skirt to reveal my goods to a bevy of homeless men, metro riders, and an entire corner of Dupont Circle where i am sure a sidewalk full of restaurant patrons enjoying brunch were thrilled to see that i was wearing floral undies. at least i didn't go commando. see? this is why i'm single. you can't take me anywhere!

oh apolo

Y is sooooo going to kill me for actually posting about this. but i'm gonna. try to stop me! the power of fluffy reality television has me in its crazy grip and i'm completely obsessed with this season's Dancing with the Stars. go ahead and judge me, i don't care. sure, i mocked season 1 (um, who the hell are these D-list celebrities?) but once NFL legends Jerry Rice and Emmit Smith signed up to jive, quick-step, and cha-cha-cha into MY HEART i was sold. if manly football players can revel in such sequined glory then i'll have no shame in watching them do it.

and this season, i am officially in love. IN LOVE with apolo anton ohno. oh my goodness, who knew a short-track speed skater could shake his hips?!?! he is such a little fellow (no way i buy the 5' 8'' listed as his 'official' height) but man, when he launches into his latin dances, it's like porn. seriously, i'm not sure what i'm going to do monday nights after the show ends next week. i need someone to make me an apolo dance-montage-video so on those lonely nights, i can slip into something comfortable, sip a dirty martini and just watch apolo dance the rumba over and over and over...fan me!