Tuesday, June 10, 2008

things that suck in D.C. right now

Such a long time without posting. I have a few good reasons, including a spankin new condo in Cleveland Park (which is awesome in ways that I can't even express, as it continues the cycle of my family being something like eighth generation Washingtonians...and Catholics at that. And yes, I realize that I'm bending the rules a little, seeing as how I was raised in the lilly-white MoC, but I can explain it all to you later if anyone really gives a damn).

Anyway....new condo and home ownership = awesome.

Everything else = suck.

Item # 1: Heat. I am used to the perennial whiles that we never get a Springtime here. I'm used to the endless thunderstorms of June. And as I get older, I'm used to the awful reality that the emergence of warm weather does not, in fact, mean that you'll be getting any time off. But I'm not used to 99 degrees in the first half of June. Maybe that Gore feller was on to something.

Item # 2: Gas. $47.00 refill in Virginia this morning. Nothing more to say.

Item # 3: The Naked Bike Ride. I've been reading about this event for going on two years now, and I finally decided to check it out for myself this time. Big fucking mistake.

Listen, I absolutely hate to cop to being homophobic, sexist, or otherwise anything less than fully comfortable inside my skin, but goddamn.....Did D.C. really need eight sweaty dudes in nothing but cock-socks and two chicks who couldn't be bothered to even strop down to a bikini in order to try and pull off a naked bike ride. Jesus, ladies. A little skin for the dorky lanky fuck, please.

Jesus, I hate it when people call out D.C. for its conservative, but fucking hell. That wasn't the least bit necessary.

Item # 4: getting shut out of Friday's M83 show. You know, I constantly (to the point of annoyance) harp about the late 90's and how much more fun D.C. was back then. And I know that people find it boorish. But I attended non-stop shows back then, and I can count on one hand how often I was shut out of a sold out show. This year, however, it has happened four times. Fuck. I'm tired of you fucking kids.

Item # 5: I attended a funeral this morning for someone who died way, way, way too young. I know its a diminishment to list this in this tome, but there it is.

Here's to a better next week.

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