For Fun: How You Know You've Become a Washingtonian

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:You had me until the bridge to VA part. I've never had an issue with going to VA or MD. I feel like that's just such a weird hill to die on.

Then you’re not a true Washingtonian

Does anyone actually from DC call themselves a "Washingtonian?" That sounds like something someone from Bethesda or Arlington would say.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Au Pied de Cochon and a security free Mall on Fourth of July where you could just hang out and drink all day!!

omg we used to eat there with my parents all the time. they had the best quiche.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:You had me until the bridge to VA part. I've never had an issue with going to VA or MD. I feel like that's just such a weird hill to die on.

Then you’re not a true Washingtonian

Does anyone actually from DC call themselves a "Washingtonian?" That sounds like something someone from Bethesda or Arlington would say.

I think of it as an old-timer reference. My DC born and bred great-grandfather (born 1901) use the term frequently.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:You had me until the bridge to VA part. I've never had an issue with going to VA or MD. I feel like that's just such a weird hill to die on.

Then you’re not a true Washingtonian

Does anyone actually from DC call themselves a "Washingtonian?" That sounds like something someone from Bethesda or Arlington would say.

I think of it as an old-timer reference. My DC born and bred great-grandfather (born 1901) use the term frequently.

Ah, that makes sense. It's more of an era thing than a geography thing.

[Anonymous]

1) You honk your horn as soon as the light turns green - or a milisecond before (how do they do that?)

2) a certain stress around the eyes

3) you get metro cards in the mail from people who have visited and forgotten to give them to you at the time -

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:1) You honk your horn as soon as the light turns green - or a milisecond before (how do they do that?)

2) a certain stress around the eyes

3) you get metro cards in the mail from people who have visited and forgotten to give them to you at the time -

Like ten years ago, someone gave me a Metro bus token they had from a previous trip with the expectation that I could use it.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:You can get into the parallel parking spots in front of Millie’s/Compass/C&B without hitting anybody else.

And you remember when Millie's was a Chicken Out and C&B was Garfinckel's.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Au Pied de Cochon and a security free Mall on Fourth of July where you could just hang out and drink all day!!

omg we used to eat there with my parents all the time. they had the best quiche.

We had a couch and a keg on the Mall for 4th of July!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:1) You honk your horn as soon as the light turns green - or a milisecond before (how do they do that?)

2) a certain stress around the eyes

3) you get metro cards in the mail from people who have visited and forgotten to give them to you at the time -

Like ten years ago, someone gave me a Metro bus token they had from a previous trip with the expectation that I could use it.

We have streetcar tokens in a drawer somewhere.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:You had me until the bridge to VA part. I've never had an issue with going to VA or MD. I feel like that's just such a weird hill to die on.

Also, if you've lived here longer (depending on which part of the city you've lived in), you left the city for a decent grocery store.

Exactly! I lived on the Hill in the 90s and went to VA to go to Target, Costco, and the supermarket.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Unless you used to buy weed on the way to Tracks at what is now the site of a luxury condo, you arent a real lifer.

Never bought weed, but did love dancing at Tracks with my gay bFF. Luxury condos? Wow. What was the address?

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:What was the name of the bar under the key bridge that had awesome live music? I remember going there in the 90s.

Are you thinking of the Bayou under the Whitehurst?

Yes! 80s place too!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Riggs Bank, the excitement of the second phase of Georgetown Park Mall , getting Jamaican patties late night on 18th street as a snack and getting yelled at by compliment man, the 15 minute club which was an officer worker cafeteria by day and a club/bar at night right in the CBD, bullet proof glass barriers in all of the liquor stores, no road closures around the White House, and Woodies downtown all come to mind for me

OMG! I still call it “Oh… you mean the old Riggs?” Especially the Georgetown branch”.

And yes, I still have a rug that I bought at Woodies, and a few things stored in Garfinkel’s boxes.

The Compliment Man ❤️. My sister and I loved him. Thanks for the memory.

Can you explain who he was?

[Anonymous]

Things you remember:
-- Real Chinatown at Gallery Place
- Those funky old stores across from Gallery Place. One was a townhouse that sold odd items from all over the world.
- Logan Circle was full of group houses and prostitutes. (Just drove by last night w my 20-year-old son, unbelievable to see it so beautiful now).
- Catholic U and Brookland were in the boonies. It was an island in NE and a real adventure to go there.
- Most people never had been to SE DC.
- Almost every recent college grad lived in group houses. Do they still even do that? They were all over Georgetown, Glover Park, Mount Pleasant, etc
- North Arlington and Bethesda were the far-out burbs.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:You had me until the bridge to VA part. I've never had an issue with going to VA or MD. I feel like that's just such a weird hill to die on.

Then you’re not a true Washingtonian

Does anyone actually from DC call themselves a "Washingtonian?" That sounds like something someone from Bethesda or Arlington would say.

Rarely. My Mom and her friends usually said “the District”, and I usually say “DC”.