I was so excited to find a bus to transport me from G’Town to NoVa for some Texas football watching. There’s nothing like watching a game of pig skin among very loyal, very loud and very excited fans, at the official UT stompin’ grounds (bar) in the DC area. Though its definitely worth the trek, I’ve grown tired of my previous commutes, which include:
-taking the Circulator to Foggy Bottom and then hopping on the metro to Rosslyn, then walking up this giant hill that seems to stretch a mile long
-walking 1.5 miles from GP to G’Town to hail a cab to NoVa (Yes, there are cabs in GP. But remember, I’m frugal and would like to save $3-$4 by doing some walkin’)
-walking the entire way, an hour-long endeavour
You can imagine how glorious it was to discover the 38B, which stops right in front of the bar. So last Saturday I walked from my humble abode to G’Town to catch the bus. All the while, talking to my Dad about how much I hate Red Raiders. Any rightfully so, Texas Tech is a terrible school over-run by even more terrible people.
I could hardly wait to test out my new route, so I walked extra fast to the stop-which happened to be right in front of Urban Outfitters. With five minutes of time to kill before the bus came, I decided to go in and check out this party dress I’ve been eyeing for a while. Granted I don’t have a reason to wear it, but still. One thing led to another and I got distracted by these flatsI will soon be adding to my Christmas list. With one cowgirl boot on my left foot and the flat on my right foot, I see the bus breeze by my stop. Logically, I darted for the front door of UO, wearing mismatched shoes and creating quite the scene. The stupid plastic holding the shoes together so one doesn’t “mysteriously disappear” complicated the matter. I managed to kick off the flat, put my boot on, sans sock, and run after the bus.
The football gods were on my side, well for part of the night, as the bus was stopped by a red light and I j-walked acorss the street, cars honking at me and all, beating it to the stop. I was “that person” on the bus, taking my cowgirl boot off, putting my sock on, and then putting the boot back on.
As we approached the Rosslyn station I saw an interesting group of black people that took me back to my high school un-glory days. Oh how its been so long since I’ve seen a stomp team-they really got everyone fired up at HS pep rallies. I guess you know you’re in NoVa when 4 rows of 5 stompers are outside the Rosslyn metro station warming up for a competition. I was really gettin’ into their grove and dreaming of homecoming games, mums, spirit groups and my freshman year when W.T.White was in playoff contention thanks to Big Al, when the stomp team took a brief pause to board MY bus.
The routine quickly started up again as team members stomped their way onto the bus, adding hand claps, leg smacks, body rolls and head nods to their procession. I made the mistake of sitting near the front of the bus when I boarded back in G’Town, home to “Washington straightlacers,” and ended up sharing a two-seater bus benchwith a stomper.
I made sure I was in the confines of my section of the bench, just to be polite, but apparently she doesn’t know bus etiquette. She let a fellow stomper sit on her lap-mind you there were seats available on the bus-and lap girl let another girl sit on her lap. The four of us, shoulders touching, were just a bunch of happy commuters. That is until the bus went up that steep hill I told you about…..One of the stompers ended up squishing me.
1 Comment
November 6, 2008 at 8:56 pm
I love your blog.