Oh weekend, come back please. I didn’t sleep well last night and actually fell asleep at a stoplight this morning. Another weekend day would certainly be welcome in these parts.

Not that my weekend was all that riveting.

I went out Friday night in Clarendon (more on that later), but I had a migraine the rest of the weekend (I always get headaches after stressful events, not during, and last week was definitely a stressful one) and didn’t do much besides clean, work and eat.

Speaking of eating, yesterday I had Thanksgiving in June thanks to a Groupon I purchased back in January that was about to expire.

The Groupon was for one rotisserie chicken from Chicken Out in Alexandria.

They also had a special going to get two large sides and four biscuits for $7.99, so I ordered mashed sweet potatoes and apple sauce to go along with my chicken. I didn’t realize how Thanksgiving-ish it was until I started eating it, but it was all very good and comforting while still being more or less pretty healthy.

Plus, I for around $9, I’ll definitely get at least four meals out of it. You really can’t beat that.

Shortly after scarfing that down, the plant bearer came bearing additional gifts.

Yes, that is the most massive smoothie of all time.

To update on the plant situation, I did end up writing a thank you note, which I guess resulted the smoothie delivery. Now I’m wondering if I should bring an additional gift also. Oy. Maybe I could bake something?

The plant bearer wasn’t the welcome committee but just a seemingly friendly neighbor who moved here from Saudi Arabia and doesn’t know anyone.

Having a stranger knock on my door to gift me with large quantities of blended fruits isn’t necessarily in my comfort zone, but it wasn’t as awkward as it could have been. Except for the fact that I was wearing a bikini and banged my knee on the wall trying to get to the door, but whatever.

It was interesting to me to read how many of you would have also felt weirded out by the experience and how many of you thought I was being completely ridiculous to even think twice about it.

One person lovingly pointed out that I needed to stop being so self-absorbed like other Northern Virginia residents.

Which brings me to a new point – apparently people don’t really dig Arlington residents around here? Some people seem to think they’re (or I guess we’re) stuck up, self-absorbed  “yuppie white kids who are too scared to live in the city.” <– Direct quote from another NoVa hater.

I find this very interesting. I don’t consider my neighborhood (Ballston) to be that way at all, it seems quite culturally diverse and I’ve met a lot of really nice people.

As I said earlier, I went out in Clarendon (big night life spot in Arlington) this weekend and the girls I was with also seemed to echo the above-stated sentiments.

It’s definitely a young, post-college crowd so I can see where maybe there would be some distaste among the older generations, but I still find it funny that people take it so seriously.

For a taste of the perception of Arlington, you can check out this very funny YouTube video. A girl at one of the apartments I looked at back in March told me to watch it. Hilarious.

[youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4T1RMuoQnKo&w=560&h=349]

Are there parts of town in your city that people hate on? This didn’t really happen back in Oklahoma City. Maybe one or two because they were such wealthy neighborhoods, but not really.

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