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Washingtonian, August 2002
By Deborah Knuckey
PAY DIRT. AT A DAY OF PAINTBALL, RUN by the DC Society of Young
Professionals . . .
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Washington Post, November 29, 2002
By Ylan Q. Mui and Linda Wheeler Washington Post Staff Writers
So what if there's still a turkey leg in the fridge? Who cares
if the Hecht's department store in Friendship Heights still has
signs up from its Thanksgiving sale? Read
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Washington Post, January 23, 2002
By Renee Schettler, Washington Post Staff
Writer
I hear it all the time.
"It" is the singles' lament: "How on earth,
in one of the country's most (insert transient or other believable
adjective) cities, with a male-to-female ratio of (insert miserable,
mythical statistic), stuck in a workplace entirely populated with
people obsessed with (insert age or other noun), is it possible
to find someone decent to date?"
It seems the answer may just be to go out
to eat.
Or so the D.C. Society of Young Professionals
would like singles to think. Read more
D.C. Bar Report April/May 2000
Bar members add professional twist to social scene for young professionals
Spending an evening at the Egyptian Embassy
is not a usual occurrence for most young professionals in the District.
But for those who participate in the D.C. Society of Young Professionals
(DCSYP), such a special opportunity is not all that out of the ordinary.
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Washington Post Weekend Section January
21, 2000
Global Appeal by Eric Brace
In October I wandered into the Czech embassy
for an evening sponsored by the D.C. Society of Young Professionals
to see what kind of night life took place outside my familiar world
of bars and clubs. That evening about 200 people, most between 25
and 35 years old, ate Czech food, drank Czech beer, heard a chat
from an Embassy attache about the Czech Republic and heard some
Czech music. I'd gone to a similar DCSYP event at the Indonesian
embassy (wow! what a mansion!) in August and came away feeling pretty
impressed at the scope of the events. Read
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Washington CityPaper January 14, 2000
Just Say Yup: Members of the D.C. Society
of Young Professionals aren't afraid of the Y-word by Garance Franke-Ruta
"Listen, I've just reached Poupon,"
my friend T.'s voice crackles over the cell as he approaches Patisserie
Poupon, his favorite Georgetown hangout. "I'll have to call
you back," he says. "I don't want to talk inside. I don't
want to look like a total yuppie."
It's a common enough concern among persons
of a certain class. Read more
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