Woke up feeling pretty awful this morning -- like a horse kicked me in the head and then took a dump in my mouth. I'm not quite sure what did it, but it might have been the numerous alcoholic beverages I consumed while staying at the bar until 3 a.m. last night. I haven't done that in a while, and this morning I was reminded that that's a good thing.
Well, the evening began at the gentleman's club, where we were discussing Wittgenstein over a game of backgammon... OK, I was eating prime rib and drinking beer at a steakhouse with my friend RB. Later we met up with my friends RT and GP who I hadn't seen for nearly a year. We had a few drinks at their usual spot in Adams Morgan before RB and GP bowed out for the night. If I were a sensible man I would've followed their lead, but I was thinking, "Eh... Wife and kid are away. I rarely see RT anymore. Screw it." So that's what I did, knowing full well the price would be paid today (and last night, actually, drinks are getting damn expensive in DC). Now I'm paying it.
I had a good time though, and it was a wonderful night to be out and about. The weather was perfect, and the moon was at its largest. (RT regaled me with all sorts of facts about the phases of the moon. That dude has weird Rain Man-like knowledge in the most random area.) I took a picture, but my cellphone camera didn't come close to doing it justice. RT and I went to this roof deck place whose name I can't remember, but it's really cool because it's one of those you-don't-even-know-it's-there, speakeasy-esque deals, where you have to go up an unmarked staircase and through a different (closed) bar to get to it. They had these specialty cocktails that I didn't really enjoy, come to think of it -- too gingery. Who decided ginger is a flavor we need in beverages? It's got that weird menthol-y aftertaste that's only nice if you're congested. Otherwise it's the exact opposite of refreshment.
RT and I closed down the bar, and then I started walking home, because I knew trying to take a cab would be hopeless. The bars-just-closed scene is a massive shitshow of drunkards* trying to get greasy food and cabs. If you want either you have to join the fray. I generally try to avoid the fray, so I started walking the two miles back to my neighborhood. Luckily a bus came by about halfway through my trek, and I was far enough away from the shitshow that I could actually board (usually buses don't even stop near the bars immediately after they close because they don't have enough room for everybody). I don't know exactly when I went to bed, but I woke up at 10 a.m. feeling like I hadn't slept a wink. Tonight is the last babyless night I have, and you better believe I'm going to use it wisely. It's an early bedtime for Bonzo tonight.
On the topic of wife and kid, they are coming home tomorrow, and I can hardly wait. A week and a half is just too long away, especially with a 10-month old baby. He's changing so much, so fast, I feel like I'm missing out on watching his development. I've been doing Facetime regularly, but it's just not the same. Plus he never wants to stay on camera (usually he tries to eat the camera), and I have to coordinate everything with S's parents, which is doubly difficult because they're old people using new technology, and English isn't their first language, so there is often some sort of communication difficulty. Yesterday Lil' S was crawling around, and I said, "Wow! He's getting so fast!" And S's dad thought I said, "He's getting so fat." Which would be a weird thing to say given that he's super light for his age. Then when I tried to explain I said "fast" not "fat", he just gave me a quick, "yep", not an "oh, I thought you said 'fat'. Yeah, he is getting fast." So I'm not quite sure if he understood my clarification, but I decided to drop it and just move on. There's a lot of "just moving on" when I talk to S's parents on the phone.
Speaking of moving on...
I was at the gym the other day, and it's as if nobody even read my blog entry on gym etiquette. People were annoying me left and right. For starters, some guy was working out in jeans. I don't mean knocking out some quick curls, I mean he was running on the treadmill in jeans. Seriously, I took a picture of it. That actually didn't annoy me. It just befuddled me. What did annoy me is when this other guy used the locker next to my locker when the entire rest of the locker room was open. Granted, it's not a huge locker room, but if you have your choice of ten identical lockers, why in God's good name do you pick the one next to the only one with a lock on it? Can't you foresee the possibility that you and the person whose stuff is in this locked locker might both be leaving at the same time, and then you'll have to rub elbows with a guy in his underpants to get to your stuff? You know, like exactly what happened.
Then there was some other guy doing Pilates or something for like 30 minutes at the ab station, which is only big enough for one person at a time. If you're at the gym you should only be using a station for a few minutes at a time, and you should be letting others work in. You shouldn't be monopolizing one thing for your entire workout. I mean, if you just want to lay on a mat and stretch for a half hour take a yoga class or something. Like I said -- annoying.
Alright, I guess I'm done here. Until next time...
*By the way, this is the best argument for not having a last-call law. Isn't a slow trickle of sots throughout the night preferable to a 3 a.m. tsunami?
Well, the evening began at the gentleman's club, where we were discussing Wittgenstein over a game of backgammon... OK, I was eating prime rib and drinking beer at a steakhouse with my friend RB. Later we met up with my friends RT and GP who I hadn't seen for nearly a year. We had a few drinks at their usual spot in Adams Morgan before RB and GP bowed out for the night. If I were a sensible man I would've followed their lead, but I was thinking, "Eh... Wife and kid are away. I rarely see RT anymore. Screw it." So that's what I did, knowing full well the price would be paid today (and last night, actually, drinks are getting damn expensive in DC). Now I'm paying it.
I had a good time though, and it was a wonderful night to be out and about. The weather was perfect, and the moon was at its largest. (RT regaled me with all sorts of facts about the phases of the moon. That dude has weird Rain Man-like knowledge in the most random area.) I took a picture, but my cellphone camera didn't come close to doing it justice. RT and I went to this roof deck place whose name I can't remember, but it's really cool because it's one of those you-don't-even-know-it's-there, speakeasy-esque deals, where you have to go up an unmarked staircase and through a different (closed) bar to get to it. They had these specialty cocktails that I didn't really enjoy, come to think of it -- too gingery. Who decided ginger is a flavor we need in beverages? It's got that weird menthol-y aftertaste that's only nice if you're congested. Otherwise it's the exact opposite of refreshment.
[It looks cloudy in the picture for some reason. In actuality it was perfectly clear.]
RT and I closed down the bar, and then I started walking home, because I knew trying to take a cab would be hopeless. The bars-just-closed scene is a massive shitshow of drunkards* trying to get greasy food and cabs. If you want either you have to join the fray. I generally try to avoid the fray, so I started walking the two miles back to my neighborhood. Luckily a bus came by about halfway through my trek, and I was far enough away from the shitshow that I could actually board (usually buses don't even stop near the bars immediately after they close because they don't have enough room for everybody). I don't know exactly when I went to bed, but I woke up at 10 a.m. feeling like I hadn't slept a wink. Tonight is the last babyless night I have, and you better believe I'm going to use it wisely. It's an early bedtime for Bonzo tonight.
On the topic of wife and kid, they are coming home tomorrow, and I can hardly wait. A week and a half is just too long away, especially with a 10-month old baby. He's changing so much, so fast, I feel like I'm missing out on watching his development. I've been doing Facetime regularly, but it's just not the same. Plus he never wants to stay on camera (usually he tries to eat the camera), and I have to coordinate everything with S's parents, which is doubly difficult because they're old people using new technology, and English isn't their first language, so there is often some sort of communication difficulty. Yesterday Lil' S was crawling around, and I said, "Wow! He's getting so fast!" And S's dad thought I said, "He's getting so fat." Which would be a weird thing to say given that he's super light for his age. Then when I tried to explain I said "fast" not "fat", he just gave me a quick, "yep", not an "oh, I thought you said 'fat'. Yeah, he is getting fast." So I'm not quite sure if he understood my clarification, but I decided to drop it and just move on. There's a lot of "just moving on" when I talk to S's parents on the phone.
Speaking of moving on...
I was at the gym the other day, and it's as if nobody even read my blog entry on gym etiquette. People were annoying me left and right. For starters, some guy was working out in jeans. I don't mean knocking out some quick curls, I mean he was running on the treadmill in jeans. Seriously, I took a picture of it. That actually didn't annoy me. It just befuddled me. What did annoy me is when this other guy used the locker next to my locker when the entire rest of the locker room was open. Granted, it's not a huge locker room, but if you have your choice of ten identical lockers, why in God's good name do you pick the one next to the only one with a lock on it? Can't you foresee the possibility that you and the person whose stuff is in this locked locker might both be leaving at the same time, and then you'll have to rub elbows with a guy in his underpants to get to your stuff? You know, like exactly what happened.
[Wayne's World. Party time. Excellent.]
Then there was some other guy doing Pilates or something for like 30 minutes at the ab station, which is only big enough for one person at a time. If you're at the gym you should only be using a station for a few minutes at a time, and you should be letting others work in. You shouldn't be monopolizing one thing for your entire workout. I mean, if you just want to lay on a mat and stretch for a half hour take a yoga class or something. Like I said -- annoying.
Alright, I guess I'm done here. Until next time...
*By the way, this is the best argument for not having a last-call law. Isn't a slow trickle of sots throughout the night preferable to a 3 a.m. tsunami?
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