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Washington, DC.

I've been here 3 months. (!!!)

I've learned a couple of things. 

I've seen a couple of things, too. 

Now that I've been here 3 months, let me tell you a few things I've learned- because of what I've seen.

If you go to a new city and visit- it's totally ok to buy paraphernalia. Really. It is. 

But save it for when you get home. Don't buy a purple zebra hoodie that says "Washington, DC" and then wear it in the same city.  We know you're here.  If you're one who needs to wear a screen printed shirt, wear one from YOUR home. Maybe someone will see you and be able to associate with you because of that. 

From Texas and love the Rangers, Cowboys, or Mavs? Wear one of those shirts. I'll for SURE stop you and tell you I love the teams too!  But if you're wearing a Washington, DC screen printed shirt, I'll most likely avoid you at all costs. (And for those of you thinking, "THIS is how to get her to leave us alone!" just stop it now. You know you'd want a Minda to say hi to you!!) But you get the point, right? When you go home- wear the DC shirt. Someone will stop you and say "ohhh my friend Minda is in DC!" :-) 

Ok, moving on. 

Next. This can be applied to girls all across the world. 

There is this phenomenon that takes place in our atmosphere called WIND. 

Yes. Wind. 

There are some days in which it is more windy than others. 

On those particular days....ladies. If you are wearing a dress or skirt, make note. Not saying you CAN'T wear either of those things, but MAKE NOTE. Don't be like the 3...yes THREE girls I saw this week walking to the metro whose skirts were not at their knees, but at their necks. 

I mean, a gust just came and whipped that skirt up. The thing is- it wasn't just one gust. It had been windy all day. Ladies, ladies, ladies. Just be aware. Hold that sucka down. 

Ok, so I only had two tips for you. But they are valuable ones. Take note. :-)


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  1. Hilarious ... and very good tips!!! Gotta hold that sucka down! LOL

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