Let me set the scene: It was summer 2006. I had just moved to Washington, D.C., where the Republican Party controlled all three branches of the federal government. I was working at the Center for American Progress and hanging with all the other smart-ass young liberals...and a few seemingly random Reason writers.
We frequented a dank basement bar called the Childe Harold (RIP), but every time someone suggested going there, we would all moan, "Oh nooo, not again!"
It was hotter and humider than I thought possible. Cockroaches were hanging out on the sidewalks, along with other disgusting bugs I had never seen in the Northeast.
I had simultaneous crushes on several handsome young political journalists. One of them had just given me a pretty fucking fantastic mix CD. This song was on it, and I played it over and over again on my old school iPod with the click wheel. It has something to do with crossed wires--you know, not getting what someone is trying to tell you.
Sigh. Just a long way of saying--DC friends, I miss you tonight. And a good weekend to all.