As a D.C. resident for the last few years, I have come to love the political rhetoric, the heated and passionate protesters, the tree-hugging hipsters, the lazy young professionals (a group that I most certainly belong to). But recently, amid a weekend of debauchery, I came to learn some seriously heinous truths. Most of the bars in Adams Morgan do not recycle!!

For those of you unfamiliar, A-Mo is much like Garnet in PB/San Diego–basically a few blocks in a row of nothing but trashy bars and late night eats frequented by college kids and us lazy young professionals/interns. The number of beer bottles in a night? No clue. The number of people drinking beer from a bottle? Every last patron. How can Nolans NOT recycle??

According to some guy that was cleaning up there, the cost is too much. Apparently, they don’t have the money (please) to pay DC for recycling bins and pickup. The ironic part? The night we discovered this was the first night (we’ve seen) that they decided to charge dudes $5 at the door and enforce some sort of collared-shirt dress code. Nope, the money was not so they could start recycling.

This, among a slew of other reasons, is why I officially refuse to continue getting smashed on 18th street. Nolans no more! Sorry DJ Spyder. Get them to go green and maybe I will come back.

On the same note, Washington, D.C., trash rules are ridiculous. My friends of the Top-Unit have not been able to recycle for the past three years because they live above a tattoo parlor so the building is considered business, not residential. How is that helpful?? And why doesn’t the city place public recycle bins throughout the city? I am so sick of throwing my bottles and Express papers in the trash bins and pretending to myself that somehow they magically will be recycled like in Newport Beach (where they do the filtering at the plant). If I was a voter here and if I wasn’t such a lazy young professional, perhaps I would do something about this, something other than ineloquently ranting about it on this blog…