I really didn't plan much for Monday. I had some housekeeping tasks that I've putting off for way too long that needed to be shored up. I needed to finally make use of some of these apartment amenities and hit the gym. I needed to make various reservations at various places for upcoming events this week and later this summer. I needed to do laundry, etc. It wasn't looking up to be a real fun day. I also needed to get some gear for that Washington Nationals game we'd be going to the next day. Once I had finished all of the odds and ends for the day, I decided to bust out the ol' metro card and see if I could successfully navigate myself to the Nats stadium. I knew I had to switch "lines" at some point so I wanted to make sure I knew what I was doing. So, off I went to Ballston Metro, successfully boarded the Orange train to New Carollton and off I went. I was pretty anxious and tried to listen intently to the woman announcing the next stops. The problem being that the woman had a very heavy accent and I couldn't really understand a thing she said. Instead, I decided to just look out the windows intently as we were pulling into the next station to be sure I was getting off the train at the correct stop. I had to switch at L'Enfant plaza and after hearing this woman's heavy accent I knew I didn't stand a chance at understanding her pronunciation of that one! I tried to keep count of the stops but I get so distracted with watching people, and wondering what other people are thinking, that that quickly became an unviable option. Truthfully, I managed to switch trains with very little effort. I got momentarily turned around and almost panicked but I eventually figured it out. Once I got to the Navy Yard metro - where the stadium is, I quickly found my way out of the metro station and navigated myself to the Clubhouse store. There were so many options I quickly became overwhelmed! I basically grabbed the first tank top I saw and bought it. Then, I hopped on the train to head back to Ballston. The metro ride is about thirty minutes long which doesn't seem like much but it can get rather dull. I can see why so many people fall asleep on the metro, but how do they know when to wake up? This has been perplexing to me. I'm way too anxious to fall asleep on that thing, although it does have a nice lull to it. To me, it seems like a good time to get caught up on texts and Words with Friends but since my battery only lasts about five minutes before needing to be recharged I try to keep that to a minimum. I have a deep fear that I will get stuck in this city without any GPS or text capabilities. Can you imagine? I'd have to...like...ask some stranger for directions or something? NO THANK YOU! :o)
There's not a whole lot of noteworthy stuff that happened. The fitness center was crawling with dudes which quickly reminded me why I love my gym so much back home. Gender separate workout spaces, baby! And, other than that, there's not much. Oh, stay to the right on the escalators, the left is for people to walk by you. You might need to know that someday.
Looking forward to the Nationals game tomorrow!
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