The Club

Wow...It's been forever since I've posted anything...again. Maybe I've outgrown Lurker Alley?

Riiight.

I think I've just been too busy playing video games to do something as cumbersome as rant about random shit on the internet's tubes.

I know one thing I've been busy at: showing off my dance dance dance skills at The Club. That's right. I checked out the club scene in DC this weekend, and it was pretty much like the club scene anywhere else, just more expensive. And with more douchebags than I thought possible. Seriously, it smelled like someone was spraying Brut (By Faberge) out of the vents in that place, and I saw way too much exposed chest hair.

To set the scene real quick...I had a friend in town from Miami and he wanted to check out DC's clubs. Since I pretty much only hang out with dirty skateboarders, I had no idea where to take him. A few frantic emails and phone calls later, and I had a list of clubs for us to check out. I looked through a few web sites and eliminated the ones with the most popped collars in their photo galleries and picked out DCs Lima.

I somehow convinced a few ladies to join us, and we met for dinner on Saturday night. Dinner turned into drinks, drinks turned into lowered inhibitions, and that turned into bump-and-grind dancing on the tiny dance floor. That's right.

My reward for breaking down and going to the club? A mild case of the flu that set in the next evening. I was out of work for 3 days (not that bad, actually) and dropped way too much money on overpriced drinks. And I'm pretty sure I got my club fill for the next 8 years or so.

Northern Invasion

Last weekend me and some of the Shaw Brosociates headed up to New Jersey to (finally) check out the Pearson's new haunts. DC hasn't been the same without Harry and Tami, and I'm sure this will be the first of many trips up to NJ to reconnect with good friends. As always, they were amazing hosts, taking us to sub shops and pizza spots to sample some local cuisine. Watching Jbanks and Flynn lock up while trying to order subs was scary, especially considering that one of those two are soon headed for Africa...

The weekend theory was that Flynn regressed in basic development the further north he got from his ladyfriend. By the time he was busting out lyrics to future Summer Jams this theory was proved, and now we also had an answer to what he does with his spare time.

We skated the Edison skatepark and everyone contributed a solid slam and a trick or two to the Jersey scene, including Chris nearly decapitating Geoff and Harry with a missile board out of the mini. It may have been the power of the wizard staff (see below) that kept us all safe.

Geoff masterfully manned the Charger up and back while we slept and ate candy like 15-year-olds. Good times for sure.

After a little duct tape and a few starters, the wizard staffs were unleashed.