After a late night out at Fly (see right) on Friday - fun, small and crowded; great, if bizarre music, as in the DJ moved from early Michael Jackson to ubiquitous Crooklyn Clan/Faith Evans to Modest Mouse to A-Ha in the space of 11 minutes - I wanted a bit of a quiet one tonight. Friend M. and I decide to see Babel in oh-so-mellow Chinatown. Even stupider, I forfeit prime T St parking to get there instead of taking the metro (running late, boy it's cold, I'm wearing heels, and all other excuses). All I can say is after driving around C-town for 25 MINUTES looking for a space or even an open garage, I've decided if I were a terrorist, I'd bomb Chinatown in order to amass the most casualties. Unfortunately, M. was equally as dumb and also drove (I know, I know, should've been obvious). She found a space on the street, gasp, exclaim - but I didn't, so we piled into my car and headed to Georgetown for Notes on a Scandal instead. Great movie, well-played by Blanchett and Dench; decided to see if C-town had calmed down so we could have a drink. Obviously better off trying to get Kim Jong-il to take the lifts out of his shoes. Dropped M. at her car after debating whether we could make cash off her parking spot, drove back to 14th area and low and bloody behold, the Black Cat is in full swing and every Maryland-based goth kid decided to drive there. Drove around for ANOTHER 25 minutes until I assailed a girl who looked like she was departing. Terrified, she jogged to her car, got in and sped away as I, chuckling madly, drove in reverse down the length of one-way T St and claimed her spot. One of those moments where I start wondering why I don't live in Omaha.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
I am never getting in my car again
After a late night out at Fly (see right) on Friday - fun, small and crowded; great, if bizarre music, as in the DJ moved from early Michael Jackson to ubiquitous Crooklyn Clan/Faith Evans to Modest Mouse to A-Ha in the space of 11 minutes - I wanted a bit of a quiet one tonight. Friend M. and I decide to see Babel in oh-so-mellow Chinatown. Even stupider, I forfeit prime T St parking to get there instead of taking the metro (running late, boy it's cold, I'm wearing heels, and all other excuses). All I can say is after driving around C-town for 25 MINUTES looking for a space or even an open garage, I've decided if I were a terrorist, I'd bomb Chinatown in order to amass the most casualties. Unfortunately, M. was equally as dumb and also drove (I know, I know, should've been obvious). She found a space on the street, gasp, exclaim - but I didn't, so we piled into my car and headed to Georgetown for Notes on a Scandal instead. Great movie, well-played by Blanchett and Dench; decided to see if C-town had calmed down so we could have a drink. Obviously better off trying to get Kim Jong-il to take the lifts out of his shoes. Dropped M. at her car after debating whether we could make cash off her parking spot, drove back to 14th area and low and bloody behold, the Black Cat is in full swing and every Maryland-based goth kid decided to drive there. Drove around for ANOTHER 25 minutes until I assailed a girl who looked like she was departing. Terrified, she jogged to her car, got in and sped away as I, chuckling madly, drove in reverse down the length of one-way T St and claimed her spot. One of those moments where I start wondering why I don't live in Omaha.
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