Drag Racing

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12:00 - On the Tuesday before Halloween, the infamous High Heel Drag race happens in Dupont Circle.  This race does not include men in hot cars, but it does involve sweaty men in drag.  Each year the best Drag Queens around the capital come out to strut their stuff and race in high heels.  This race is not a new event to D.C.; these ladies have been crossing the line for 25 years.


Before the race, each Queen can parade around, show off their look, and rally support. We saw all types of Drag Queens out! We met Her Royal Majesty Queen Elizabeth of England and Her Royal Highness Princess Beatrice.  Princess Beatrice even wore her hat from Kate and Will's wedding. We saw the Olson twins, Michele Bachmann and Paula Deen.  Side note: One of my undergraduate friends actually knows Paula Deen. So, I know somebody who knows someone. It's kinda big deal.  Several versions of the black and white swan competed against each other for attention. And for your viewing pleasure, the flight attendants from Pan Am showed up. When the race started, these ladies flew past us.  No matter who you came as if you wanted to compete to win, you had to wear 2 inch heels. I only caught a small video below of the race:

Focus Foxies, you know the deal. Nobody holds a candle to these ladies in their red high heels.

Taste of Morocco

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12:12 - Groupon makes you do silly things.  I grew up in too Polish of a household not to be familiar with coupons, but Groupon is a different kind of beast.  Based on a Groupon buy, a pack of us headed out to Arlington to try Taste of Morocco, a supposed authentic Moroccan place, last Saturday.  Even by my standards, this place was shenanigans from the start.

First, they could not accommodate 7 people in a half empty restaurant. Second, they would not uphold the Groupon deal to its fullest so we worked out a deal to accept a few. From there, we ordered.  Focus Foxies, I was craving great hummus, and I got some mediocre stuff.  I still devoured the whole plate. My original intention was to share with the table, but I failed hard.  My second course was a chicken bastilla. For those not familiar with Moroccan food, a bastilla is a dish with a baklava crust and a marinated chicken and almond inside with sugar and cinnamon top. The bastilla tasted delicious; it was a dessert and meal all in one.  However, the meal was overshadowed by the the belly dancer.  When the music turned up to blaring and the belly dancer came out, we got into it. A couple of us, including yours truly, danced with her.  But after the following 30-45 minutes of her dancing, grabbing children from tables to dance with her, and soliciting donations, we just wanted our food. I know its a lot to ask...at a restaurant.


The most shenaniganny of the whole experience was the waiter/manager. He went back on the Groupon deal with made with him. He bargined with us, saying that his staff worked for free and the lights cost money to turn on "if we accept all your groupons, what do we make? Please, let us make some money."  I wanted to tell him back that I have been sitting here for two and half hours, and I want to go home, please. Focus Foxies, I will tell you how this guy makes his money by charging a 22% service charge on the meal, which he did.


After almost 3 hours, we finally got out of the Taste of Morocco, but could not get the taste of bad service out of our mouths. I would not recommend this restaurant even as a take out place. It is too expensive for the food quality and too scammy to patronize.

Rustico's Oktoberfest

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07:00 - On the nicest of fall days, I ventured out of the district to Alexandria, Virginia to attend Rustico's Oktoberfest. I started off by taking a picture at the Braddock Road Metro Station. It is not as odd as you might think.  Those of us taking public transportation got a free mug or 5 tickets towards food and beer.  With my picture, I trekked to Rustico, a pizza place related to the bar ChurchKey, for an Oktoberfest like no other.  This version was a Bloc Party. The beer lovers of NoVa and DC decended on this bloc like sharks to blood.  With the amount of people there, we  were going to need a bigger bloc. I got my 21 year old wrist band and pushed my way towards the ticket line.  I dropped $20 on tickets, got my awesome mup, and entered the promise bloc.

I am not new to beer, but I am new to Oktoberfest.  This Bloc Party had huge tents with beers from local and international breweries that brewed pumpkin ale, marzen, oktoberfest, and stouts.  I tried a pumpkin ale for the first time; Dogfish Head pumpkin ale did deliver (see picture). Side note: I poured the beer into my mug too quickly and my cupeth runeth over. So I had to do some quick emergency evacuation of the beer.  Needless to say, I had to decide pretty quickly if I liked that pumpkin ale.  Other beers I tried include St. George's Oktoberfest (twice) and some fancy 9 ticket international beer. Some fun beer facts: Pumpkin Ale is an American invention according to a rather gigantesque German man. Good work, America! Next, my favorite beer, the hefeweizen, is a Southern Germany tradition, and the Northern Germans drink pilsners.  So as my (apparently from the North of Germany) new German friend told me, my beers would be safe from him.


As the first time at any Oktoberfest, Rustico's Oktoberfest did the trick.  So much so that I want to save up to go to the big Oktoberfest in Shirlington next year.

Columbus Went to the Zoo

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12:02 - On Columbus Day, I decided to get in touch with my wild side.  I figured my wild side could be found at the National Zoo. OS I went with a "meet-up" group to the zoo to see all of the awesome animals.  For those of you not familiar with "meet-up" groups, they are online groups of people that get together to hang out and do fun things. Being the first time I was apart of a "meet-up" group, the hype met my expectations. The specific group that I am a part of is the "20s and 30s DC and Arlington Group."  So far there are less than 350 members, but they seem like they do a number of fun things i.e. go to the zoo.  The National Zoo is part of the Smithsonian Institute so you get in free. One of the major benefits to living in this city is free entrance to tons of places. And like all Smithsonian places, the Zoo is awesome. However, I must say that there is a decidedly lack of foxes and penguins in the zoo.I did not let that get me down because this zoo has Pandas and lots of them.  The Red Pandas recently had cubs, but they were not on display.  So we saw Red Pandas snoozing in a tree. We got to tower of elephants by walking the Elephant Bridge. Because of the great weather, the big cats were outside and frisky. Amazonia had free range monkeys, which were pretty fun if you stayed out of their splash zones.  We even saw a baby gorilla.  Well, he is technically two years old, but he looks so small next to his six foot Dad. Overall, the Zoo was a great way to spend a Monday off in the city.

What A Little Girl's Made Of

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12:00 - Last Sunday, I went to the double bout opener for the DC Roller Girls, which featured Scare Force One vs. Cherry Blossom Bombshells and DC Demoncats vs. Majority Whips. For me, the roller rink has become synonymous with broken hearts, the “love of my life” skating with someone else, and I believe Maroon 5's 'She will be loved' was involved. These ladies are opposite of me crying in the restroom. If you want a fight with them, you are going to get one, and you ain't even seen them crazy yet. They will show what a little girl’s made of roller blades and hip checks.

This full contact sport pits two teams of five women against each other. The teams consist of four Blockers and one Jammer; the Blockers stick in a pack and try to block the opposite team’s Jammer from passing. Each opposite team Blocker a Jammer passes around the rink scores a point for the Jammer’s team.  Blockers can hip check, booty block, and shoulder charge, but they cannot elbow or shove.  At one point, I saw two women collide with one woman tripping over the other’s head, rolling over her face, and skating away.  The woman on the ground just hopped back up and skated for the pack.

The opening bouts pulled in a great crowd. The first bout was a blowout with Scare Force One mopping the floor with the Cherry Blossom Bombshells. The second bout featured a brand new team majority Whips who beat the DC Demoncats by one point.  Focus Foxies, you are probably wondering which team I support. Considering only one team lost after having a double digit lead at half time, it is a pretty obvious whose side I want to be on.  DC Demoncats, you may have had a disappointing loss on Sunday, but you now have a lifelong fan in this Aggie.

A huge part of the sport is coming up with a name and number.  Each player makes up a new fierce name and a number to match that.  With these names, such as Obitchuary, Ovary Action, Stabagail Adams, and Nasty Pelosi, these women will terrify.  Also, each woman gets an introduction as they skate around the rink before the bout. For example: “She will wreak havoc every 28 days; its number 28 days Ovary Action.” If I ever I became a Roller Girl, I would need a kickass name and introduction.  I am thinking something like this:

“Swift like a fox, killer like a ninja. This Roller Girl will have her way with you. It’s number 2010 Foxy Vengence.”

This Sunday was awesome to watch women leave it all out on the floor in a tough brawl.  Most people think that football players have it rough. Their tackles may be big, but Roller Girl’s hits are bigger.

Focus Foxies at the game: Kat and Simon

Running Through

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I knew the stakes were high right from the start. When he dealt the cards, I bet my heart. Being the last to know that your ex has moved on is one hell of a kick to the gut. It is quite shocking that I did not see it coming, considering my excellent skills in Facebook stalking and the amount of photos they plastered on his wall. Still, I didn't see that coming.  So, I took one of their portraits and hung it on the back of my door with a "Go Work Out" sign above. I did this not to hate, but to motivate. I cannot change what is going on thousands of miles away, but I can loose those relationship pounds that I have been packing.

To do this, my cheap no gym membership buying self is going to run it off. Now, Focus Foxies, me running is a pitiful sight. Let's just say I am no sleek fox scampering along the trail. In fact due to my bum right knee, I am more like coyote that Parry (with an A) has shot. I think I am averaging 11 minute  mile, but I am out there with the cool kids on the National Mall. You can check me out amongst the memorials, monuments, and museums.  I am huffing and puffing and trying to run a 9 minute mile.

It goes against every instinct of mine to run away from a problem, but this problem cannot be confronted head on. There is no way to ask how it took one month for him to get over the past eight. So I run faster past the Smithsonian Castle. There is now way to find out why he checked out of the relationship, leaving me to pull trigger on the relationship. So I run faster past Korean Memorial. I can't ask why I was replaced by a t-sip. It would just cause me to run circles around the Washington Monument.  So I just run around DC until eventually I forget why I started. I know the last good bye is the hardest one to say.  This is where this cowgirl runs away.

Welcome to DC

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Well, Focus Foxies, I recently made the big move to Washington DC, and I couldn't be happier. I am here, living in a basement apartment and trying to make my dreams come true. My first step is to become the most rockin' RA that ever existed. Second step, make some public policy history. Third, live on the wild side.

I know that I abandoned you for a bit, Focus Foxies, but I am here to stay. What can you expect from the FFL? Everything but more importantly, adventures, food trucks, and shenanigans!