Only In America Part 1

I should have some Facebook pics to follow shortly, but thought I'd write on some Experiences here in DC. I've yet to meet up with Hilary, I'm hoping for a Saturday night date before I leave DC, I hear Bill's out in New York as the Doll is facing outwards in the window.

So only in America does one go to Outlet Centres to shop in 28 degree weather to escape the heat. This past Weekend (April 21) Liz and I rented a rental car, a sporty convertible. I've always been a SUV 4Runner kinda guy, but something about zipping around in this Mitsubishi Eclipse with the top down was very appealing.

Saturday night we drove to Baltimore, Maryland for dinner. It's only about an hour from Washington. We went to a wicked restaurant there called Pazo, it was a funky warehouse type Mediterranean restaurant with some lavish euro trance and high suede booth style seating with 2 bars and a dancefloor. Mostly covered in Red decor.

So en route to Baltimore at 8pm we were driving the 95 around a place called Burtonsville and there was a highway sign for Starbucks. So we decided to get some evening java on the roadtrip. Turns. As we left the ramp we looked around and saw nothing but green trees, thinking, where the hell is this Starbucks. Driving down about 2 miles we kept seeing signs alongside the road single Starbucks Logo signs. Where else do you find that. There was even a Starbucks sign on one of the lights. Turns out there is absolutely nothing in Burtonsville except the Starbucks, a McDonald's and a 5 store strip. I was surprised there wasn't a sign for the McDonald's. We keeps driving down the centre road until the Starbucks signs and any civilization disappeared altogether. Driving back we decided to just hit the McDonald's for coffee, rank Arabica blend. We asked the lady at the drive through where the Starbucks was and she said it was closed. What a cock, why the hell where there signs out on the highway if the damn place was closed!