I can be pretty impatient. I’m a fast walker, and I get annoyed with people who walk too slowly on the Metro escalator (on a related note, I really think that escalator-walking would make a great Olympic sport – in addition to speed, there’s a great deal of technique and strategy involved - and the weather can add to the degree of difficulty). At the same time, I love long dinners – I’m the sort of person who has no shame about telling the waitress five times that she’ll need to come back later to take our orders because we’ve been too deep in conversation to have looked at the menus.
I can be rather particular as well. I believe that hoppy beer should be consumed from a pint glass and not from the bottle, and I like my red wine slightly chilled, not room temperature. I’m a sucker for impeccable grammar and a quick wit. But I definitely don’t take myself too seriously, and I sometimes have a tough time with people who do. (And for the record, I certainly think that there are times when there’s nothing better than a cold bud light from an aluminum can – say, at a summer afternoon baseball game at Nats Park…).
As much as I love trying new things, I’m also pretty sentimental and devoted to traditions. My birthday celebration, for example, has for about the past 20 years involved, in order, a birthday dinner, Christmas Eve service, driving tour of the best Christmas lights in town, and my mom’s cheesecake.
And I love people-watching. Not in a creepy way – in a “Let’s see what economic principles and psychological theories we can apply to the couple at the table next to us” sort of way.