I may have mentioned once or twice I am from Northern Virginia. It’s a geographic concept only familiar to Beltway-insiders, the rest of Virginia (aka real America) and any undergraduate institution that is continually graced with our presence. The recent presidential election (not sure if you remember it) shined a sweet little spotlight on us- apparently the entire election hinged on what we would do. Something like that anyway.
Well now the second most exciting thing is happening to “NoVa” since we got our first Cheesecake Factory circa the 1990s. The people are going buckwild trying to rent out their homes for President-elect Obama’s Inauguration on January 20.
With hotels sold out and 4 million people at minimum expected to descend upon the Nation’s capital, the surrounding suburbanites smell opportunity: go crash with a family member or friend and charge thousands to open up your home for a weekend. I am so proud of my people, I really am. They are giving up on their creature comforts like their saved shows on the HD DVR and their well-worn sets of Cranium- all in the charitable cause of a big wad of cash to fund next summer’s vacation to the Outer Banks. Brew Thru!
I truly could entertain myself all day reading the craigslist listings.
All you need bring is your clothes. Wrong on so many levels.
Great Dane in the basement? SIGN ME UP!
Annauguration week: all those flat panel tvs and no spell-check, tsk tsk
Okay, I’ll get a life.