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Top Fifteen Signs You're a Teenager Living Inside the Beltway

Going to the Mall means something entirely different.
You go to the Cathedral, but not to pray.
You have the metro map memorized.
You've given people directions to I-95 and 66... simultaneously.
You refer to things 10 minutes away as too far.
You've heard of Degenerate Art.
When you get a person's number, you're sure to get their house AND their pager/cell number.
You know what Zag is and you've been to one of their parties.
Georgetown is no longer an actual place; it's a backdrop.
You've got a better vocabulary than some of the taxi drivers.
You can name atleast half a dozen private school, and atleast a dozen more reasons why your school is better than theirs.
You do crew... or have been dragged to Thompson's Boathouse atleast a thousand times by those who do.
You know dozens of Congressmen/Sentators/Diplomats/IMF and World Bank members... because you've partied with their kids.
Your parents are democrats and you're a GREEN.
One word: ABERCROMBIE

Me in my habitat... the Trowbridges' living room.