Trying to replace my cell phone was definitely an interesting preparation for my future trip to the DMV. Scott G. lost his cell phone while picking mushrooms in the P Street Beach woods last night and that made me think that my cell phone was not techy enough (like it could not find its way back from the forest). It is important in the United States, people don’t recognize your social condition from your manners but your cell phone. When you decide to change cell phone, you also have to be very quick because technology changes overnight here and everything you learn is useless the morning after. So the plan was to go to a T-mobile shop today. LL had to train me to be deceitful and imply subtly to the vendor that I was about to leave T-mobile if they did not get me a good rebate even if it is not true. I love T-mobile and would not leave them for anything in the world. I gathered some strength by having great prosciuto, cheese and a Bloody Mary at Sette and went joyfully on my way. Anyway I hate change and the T-mobile vendor can feel it (that’s a power that vendors have: they can spot loyal customers). But anyway, while I was expecting a tough negotiations with tears, lies and betrayal, she printed a Customer Handset Upgrade standard sheet and there was no room to be dishonest anymore. After presenting each and every handset with the word “three bands capacity” and other technical stuff I had to look interested in, I choose the pretty one: a Motorola RAZV3 (the most expensive of course, phone, not like wines, need to be expensive to be good – you pronounce Razor V3 ). Well that was not enough ! LL told me I had to check on Amazon.com, before deciding, if they “did not have a deal”. After Amazone proved to me how wrong my boyfriend is, we returned to the shop to hear that RAZV3 was out of stock (every black girl we met on our way was holding a RAZV3) but we could get it at 19th and K. At 19th and K, they told us they were out of stock and that we were fools. So here we are it is 8:15 pm and I have no new phone. During the night cell phones will morph into even more capable technological instruments and I will have to start everything from scratch. It is so DMViesque.
Quickly LL and I watched “Hotel Rwanda” last night: a great movie. Kevin D. found out that what smells under the sink is not a dead animal but rotten potatoes (so rotten they were liquid and I threatened to barf). Now the question everybody has is who cooks at 1783 ? who ? Tyler H., who came back in the conversation earlier in the month, is moving to NYC to work to work for Deutsch Inc. I have fond memories of the kid and am not the only one. Jeffrey M. told me there is a new Spanish man called Romain among us. LL bought a $2 “so fresh and so clean” ringtone.
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