The New York City has come and gone.

Welcome J to the District Dames.  She made her debut well.. eating right and dressed in style

The naked cowboy.  He is enough for all five dames.

How can you not love love?

B. As always checkin in.  Its a Tuesday.  The bittersweet, exhausting worries of a Monday would seem to have come and gone by now right?  Not when President's day weekend revolves into a vacation any girl or guy would be envious of.  Upper East side, Central Park, Times Square, Chinatown and Little Italy were only a few of the places that heard the tapping heels of these district dames.  Valentines with a guy?  Overrated.  The Dames have never needed a man to keep them happy.  The flashing lights of America's greatest city side by side some of the craziest and most outrageous people feeds their romantic side just fine.  Naked cowboy?  Sold.  You want handbag..Coach, Channel, Juicy?  Give me five-no make that ten.  Italian lover?  Vinny's waiting.  Largest diet coke?  I know the place.  Shopaholic?  Let me feed the addiction.  The New York City to the District Dames is like a skiing addict's dream mountain.  Outrageous, full of twists and turns, and never dull, usually leaving you at the bottom wishing you were on that ride again.  Work on.  The next weekend may not be as complete as the previous, but it is sure to bring an adventure.  Wish you were here.  District Dames.

Goodbye January. Hello Fabruary.

We are currently learning how to hug.  Its not as easy as you think.  M's takin notes.

Ladies.. want a chance with this sexy capitol comrade? Take him to matchbox.  Game over. 

Dancin in the streets with the bums!

Drama between A and B about another A.  

Oh these two..

Blonde segregation.  

Defining Awkward.

Our street dancing team.  Last weekend Chinatown.  Next weekend Union Station.

A fell in love with a pizza. 

DC.  Dames and Comrades taking Matchbox by a storm.

We just love DC and each other and the Metro.

B on the blog.  Don't you fret.  I've got the news for ya.  Mr. Men out in the world.  Grab yourself a dame if you get a chance.  Believe me they are not easy to come by, but if you get a chance listen up. Because what comes a long with the package is more than just incredibly fantastic looks and a personality that wows a crowd (and possibly a lady with great dance moves), yes the dames are "the dames" because they work full weeks at offices.  That means answering phones, opening/reading mail, making business cards for supervisors, and discussing interesting tattoos with co-workers-these ladies are going somewhere. A+ would be an understatement.    But no need to remind you of the preciousness of a dame, the press and People magazine have done enough stories on the topic.  Not to mention the stalkers that frequent dame's activities.  I'll let S and A be the ones to explain those stories.  The real story lies in the activities of this last January weekend.  One month gone, and eleven left to go.  2009 has already hit the record books with dance parties, hot spot restaurants, and drama.  If you were lucky enough to be in Chinatown last night you were probably graced with the presence of the "drum man".  Each beat was the same, for hours upon hours.  Annoying?  Absolutely not.  A man on a drum is a great excuse for a dance party.  Little did DC know that that would be the pre-game to a night of dancing.  Penthouses and the Metro were only a few sites visited by the dancing queens and their capitol comrades.  Lets just say the man with the bike on the metro had a wonderful night.  But for now, we are dolled up and ready to visit a birthday party.  Fashionably late of course.  The Dames are never predictable.  So don't even try:).  Wish you were here.  District Dames.