Ironic Twist
seeking irony, because sarcasm clashes with my outfit
Friday, October 06, 2006 :::
For the second week in a row, I have a visitor, but with my college BFF Ms. Rhinestone in town through Monday, that means saying "no" to tourism and "yes" to shoe shopping. But there are a few other things on our agenda (if we decide to take a break from shopping and watching bad movies, that is).
Saturday:Middle Distance Runner at Velvet Lounge, playing The Dance Party, Ed Joseph and Brooklyn's Pawns. How much have I been listening to the Middle Distance Runner CD that Ian gave me when I DJed Unbuckled 4.0? A whole lot. Thanks, Ian! There's also Tease at DC 9 or The Wag at Black Cat, because we both *heart* dancing.
Sunday: Meeting Ms. Rhinestone's brother at the Turkish Festival. I didn't even know there was such a festival in DC, but it looks fun and full-of-kabobs.
Monday: If I weren't driving back and from the airport around this time, I'd go see Laura Burhenn play at The Rock & Roll Hotel with Dead Meadow and Meredith Bragg. Even if you're not a Georgie James fan, give Laura's solo show a chance. She has a gorgeous voice that gets covered up a bit in a bigger band, but when it's just Laura and the keys, I totally melt.
Thursday, October 05, 2006 :::
What I did on my blogging hiatus...
1. Fall television. Now that summer is over, I'm back to being anti-social on weekday evenings. I haven't gotten into any of the new TV shows, but am loving the return of Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives, House, Lost, and Veronica Mars. Especially Veronica Mars.
2. Tourism. A cousin from Israel visited last week as part of his first trip to North America, which meant seeing every monument and memorial in DC, many of which I hadn't visited in years, or ever. In the two days he was here, we covered the National Mall (including a thorough visit to the National Air & Space Museum), the World War II Memorial, the Lincoln and FDR memorials, the Korean War Veterans and Vietnam Veterans memorials, the Albert Einstein Memorial at the National Academy of Sciences, and the drive-by "Monuments at Night" tour (with help from Ms. WeirdCurves, who can always be a professional tour guide if nothing else works out). We also walked around Adams Morgan, Dupont Circle and Georgetown; had drinks at Bar Pilar, dinner at Creme and an all-American lunch at Old Glory; and my cousin tasted his first bagel with cream cheese and lox (surprisingly not something people eat in Israel). Whew. By the time my cousin got on the bus to New York, I was exhausted. Tourism is hard.
3. Crafty Bastards. More crowded than ever. It made me nervous about stepping on small children and dogs, including Edgar. This year's crafty favorites include Mr. Pickles. I almost got the "Friends Don't Let Friends Get Scurvy" T-shirt. Almost.
4. CS's birthday party. A Bloody Mary made with fresh tomatoes is kind of like an alcoholic gaspacho. Delicious.
5. Kathy Griffin at Warner Theater. I'm not a huge fan, but Ms. WeirdCurves invited me and I said yes, because I hadn't seen stand-up comedy in ages and I sort of enjoy Kathy Griffin. Poor BV, who does not like Kathy Griffin but is in love with Ms. WeirdCurves, also joined us. Sitting next to Ms. WeirdCurves was the drunkest girl ever, who at one point loudly drawled out, "I hate fags," which probably caused a lot of whiplash as all of the gays surrounding us turned to give her super-dirty looks. Could she have picked a worse place to pull a Mel Gibson? So there, BV, I was not the drunkest person there.
6. Hooters. BV read that Borat was going to show up, but we didn't know what time. Since we were already nearby for the Kathy Griffin show, we decided to head over there anyway. We didn't see Borat, but we did have some chicken. We learned that on Fridays, the waitresses wear black instead of orange and white, because it's more formal or something. Also, we learned that I'm a perv who has trouble focusing on conversation with all those push-up bras around.
7. Fried pickles. See #6. I've wanted to try fried pickles ever since I heard such a thing existed, but have never seen them on a menu. So of course I had to order them when I noticed them on the menu at Hooters. The verdict: when it comes to things that probably shouldn't be deep-fried, fried pickles are at least as good as deep-fried Twinkies. I'd probably order them again. Once a year, at most. Because I don't want to have a heart attack before I hit 30.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006 :::
It's been a while since I've done a Le Sport update, so it's a shame that this one has to be a sad one: Le Sport are over. From their site:
all good things must come to an end
it's been two years and it has been so much fun but now, as leaves begin to fall, it is time to say good bye.
since we started we have always put everything we had into our music and to everyone who downloaded it, bought it or enjoyed it at our shows, we'd like to say thank you so much. we've loved every second of it.
01/05: Taint and Bliss present INFAMY, 9:30 Club
01/10: Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton, 9:30 Club
01/19: Benjy Ferree, Meredith Bragg and the Terminals, Greenland, Black Cat 01/24: Hej Hej, Cafe Saint-Ex
