Small Town / Big City
August 13, 2005
After work today I made the grueling trek to D.C. to visit family that’s in town visiting. It was good to see them because they are some of the family members I genuinely like being around and also because they paid for my dinner, lest anyone forget just how shallow I really am.
Walking around D.C. for a while was nice, because the buildings are monumental and there’s a Starbucks on every corner and the Metro is clean and useful and there are certainly many nice things about the city. But when it was time for me to leave, I was most definitely ready to go.
Baltimore is growing on me like a mushroom on a turd. There’s so many things about this town that just make it nasty or depressing or just annoying, but as one does with love, you realize you’d rather be with the one that’s imperfect but fun rather than a beautiful bitch. I may, from time to time, enjoy a fleeting affair with Washington, but the devil I know is Baltimore. And, when I was driving over the horrible city roads of the BW Parkway through the disgusting ghetto into downtown Baltimore, I was actually happy to be home.
Lady Astor once called Savannah a “beautiful woman with a dirty face,” and I loved that description because it fit Savannah so perfectly. Baltimore is a crack whore with a great sense of humor, and she’s seducing me more every day.
Man. That last paragraph is priceless.
Wish I lived in Baltimore, just so I could use that in my e-mail signature.
sigh
A better description of ‘The City that reads’(?) I have yet to come across!
I’m stealing that last phrase and using it as my tag line on my bulletin board and there is nothing you can do about it.
Actually there is plenty you can do about it, but why you gotta hate like that? Thats just mean.
Hate on the Diddly? Never. This blog is all love.
I wear a t-shirt, made by a local company, that reads “Akron is beautiful.”
When people read it, they act like its a joke cause Akron has a few nasty parts… but really, the ‘kron rocks.
if new york is the big apple, baltimore is a slightly bruised banana that no one wants at the grocery store, but you know that that’s the best kind for making banana bread. “you’d rather be with the one that’s imperfect but fun rather than a beautiful bitch” – i lourve it. perfect perfect.