31 August, 2002

Dude, Who Grabbed My Ass?

So yesterday was my birthday. Happy birthday to me.

How did I celebrate my birthday, you ask. Well, for starters, I took the day off from work. No way was I dealing with co-workers on my birthday. I wanted to be as happy as possible.

In the interest of being purely selfish, I went to Caffeine, bought a mocha and spent too much money on used CDs.

  • Spacemonkeys vs. Gorillaz - Laika Come Home
  • bt - ima
  • Django Reinhardt - Django Reinhardt
  • Fatboy Slim - Live on Brighton Beach
  • Deejay Punk Roc - Anarchy in the USA
  • Propellerheads - Decksandrumsandrockandroll

Then, off to Tarzhay, where I bought absolutely boring things like a shirt, some pants, fabric softener, mouth wash, etc. I considered picking up some Crest White Strips, since I've heard such good things about them, but at $42, I just didn't want to make that kind of commitment. As I noted later on, at least I didn't buy socks. Buying socks on your birthday is a sign that you've gotten way too old.

I returned home, planning to waste time until I met my friends for dinner. Luckily, Jen got off work early, so we decided to meet at the International Spy Museum and see what it had to offer. So I loaded up my bag of tricks, drove to the Metro, and headed into beautiful downtown Washington, DC.

Sadly, the line for the Spy Museum was about 45 minutes long. Preposterous, I say. It's a beautiful Friday afternoon. Don't you people have better things to be doing?
Apparently not.

Dismayed by the long wait, Jen and I headed to her place to wait for the rest of the crew to show up for dinner. We ended up watching Sister Act 2, with the very young Lauryn Hill and Jennifer Love Hewitt (sans her extremely nice breasts..but oh well.)

Finally, people started showing up. Too many people, in fact. Shoo! people. We have to go eat now. Through the amazing (and lead-footed) driving skills of Gary, we did make it to the Melting Pot in time for our 8 o'clock reservations. To learn about the remainder of the evening, click the MORE link. However, if you're of any relation to me, a minor, or just generally a prude...please don't!


  1. And I quote:kick it up a notchI really wanna smack you with that one. I won't make a comment about ass grabbing, as I wasn't there, but hope you at least got a follow up call in the morning! :-)Alltogether, it was a fun evening.

  2. no one grabbed your ass. i smacked it quite briskly with the rug beater.

  3. bah! that's the last time I crash in my own apartment... yeah, the pills did wonders for the nausea, but fuck I had a splitting headache the next morning. But did I get any happy little pain pills? Noooooooooo!

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