The Month In Review

actually, that's not true. i know i haven't written for a month, but it's been a crazy busy month, and i just don't feel like going into it. so i'll just go on about this weekend.

The Perfect End to The Perfect Party

that's not true, either. the party i went to wasn't perfect. but it was pretty good.
see, i'm in this band, aubriot. and the guitarist/songwriter of aubriot knows one of the hosts, and she has been to our shows, and so i was invited.

it was a pretty big party which i think is good when you don't know anyone. makes it easier to kind of lose yourself. i had these terrible bacardi flavored drinks in bottles and the first one tried to kill me by having broken glass at the top. but maybe it only happened that way because i'm a pansy and instead of actually twisting off the twist-off cap i assumed it needed an opener... my poor little hands :)

there was a british guy who was loud and obnoxious in that intelligentsia literary way, the way only people with useless english degrees can be obnoxious. he was fun. my friend stole his lighter.

there was also a cat who, and i am not shitting you on this, was named Rock Star. the small group i had found to socialize with was out back, in the alley (one of those alleys where there are garages and parking for the houses), and late in the evening here comes Rock Star, lovin' on all the ladies' legs. he snuck up on the girl i was talking to and made her jump by walking through her legs without so much as a how-do-you-do. we lavished attention on him, this cat that had the big tom cat face but just wanted to be pet and have his tummy rubbed... a pretty boy with no visible signs of being in fights, no tattered ears, no patchy fur, no limp... he was lovable and loving and my friend went inside and took shrimp from the hors d'oeuvres table and brought it to Rock Star. turned out Rock Star wouldn't eat it unless we broke it into small pieces.

because he's a Rock Star, duh.

Rock Star got about half a dozen shrimp over the course of the evening. eventually i left. i had had a few but was by no means drunk, or even really tipsy... it was nearly 4am and i was tired...

while driving from woodley park to get to the 14th street bridge, i got in a car accident. it was awesome for a couple reasons. one, i have not been in an multi-car accident before -- i rear-ended someone lightly once, and my car has slid off the road, but this was my first time getting rear-ended by more than a light tap. it's awesome because it's surprising. because you have that little bit of time to think before your car hits the car in front of you and it's all confusion. because the change in the little 'ash tray' of my car popped out and scattered about. because the tape in my tape deck removed itself.

and then i'm like, uh, ok. before i could think of getting out, the fellow in the car in front of me was out and coming by asking if i was ok. turns out he's ex-marine, driving his marine lady-friend back to base. the girls behind us were marines, as well -- at least one of them. the drunk passenger was having a freak out, then later the driver started having a freak out. they were nice but a little emotional.

the 5-0 were there pretty much immediately. what happened was, a taxi stopped short at a corner, the car behind taxi stopped, i stopped, girls stopped... guy behind girls didn't stop in time. everyone was pissed at the taxi, because it's one of those universal injustices -- the guy who REALLY caused the accident isn't even legally at fault. i can't (by my nature) be all "the law is SO B.S." because i understand why it's now the nice young man who apologized behind us all's fault... but still.

i hate DC taxis.

anyway, the car is fine. V-dubs rock that way. i've got some bumper damage but it's less than my deductible, so i won't be getting it fixed. it's just dents, anyway, not even cracks or breaks. everyone else was ok (freak-outs aside), but the girl behind us did have her muffler jostled loose and had to call a tow truck.

i was furious the rest of the night.

pretty good party, anyway.