I've seen very little of this town since arriving here two weeks ago, but here's why I already hate it: quite simply, because a construction crew armed with jackhammers the size of Civil War statues and drills designed for stimulating seismic waves has stationed itself outside the window of the place where I am temporarily housed on business.
It's right there. Feet from my head, battering at my bad ear with all its might. Every room in the joint.
From 7am to ... let's see it's... 8:30pm now... they've been going. And it's the loudest construction noise I've ever lived next to. Coming from New York City, that's quite a big statement. And I stand by it.
I despise and malign Washington, DC, you capital bastard, and the same goes for this opulent gorgeous apartment I'm stashed in, and whatever urban renewal or busted water main has precipitated the unending shelling of my brain. It is inescapable, and if I know anything about construction jobs, I know that it will still be there tomorrow, and is likely to be there every day for the rest of my stay.
(that's about three weeks.)
Okay, think happy thoughts, think happy thoughts... positive thoughts, The Secret... come on... good vibes...
Okay, got one. I'm here to act in a play. In it I play a beleaguered young artist wrestling with personal demons. Another few weeks of no sleep and I'll have that glazed over, torn down look that will clinch me a Helen Hayes Award.
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Eli! I found your blog looking for theatre reviews online. I just happen to have a super nerdy blog of my own...
(Oh, if you're anywhere near Dupont Circle, Kramer's Books might be a good place to go to get away from the jackhammers. There's also a really good empanadas place near there that's open to like 3 am or something. Unfortunately, I don't think either of those places have beds.)
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