My weekend: bullet points and pictures
-- Went swing dancing Friday night, and met 
tamnonlinear, who seemed to have a good time. We hope she will come back. You know, so we can indocrinate her, eat her brains, enjoy more good times.
-- The band played a good uptempo version of 'Sing Sing Sing,' and I got a thourough workout. Also played bumper tango. Ahh, good ol' bumper tango.
-- The dances take place in the Towson Armory (for the most part). This is where I saw the most cutely awkward thing I've ever beheld. Mostly, the National Guardsmen stayed out of the dance, with some peeking their heads in every now and again. Two brave souls ventured in to watch. The next time I looked up, a very tall guardsman in a cutoff Harley tee-shirt, cammo fatigues, and combat boots was learning the East Coast basic step from a tiny old lady. He was so awkward but trying to be polite and make her happy. It warmed the cockels of my cold, dead heart.
-- Saturday was spent with the Annapolis girls-- (Heather /evergleam83, Ashley / roxyoi301, Rac / _titania_), plus one Mister Stewbert. We ate lots and lots and lots of food at Buca di Beppo in DC, then saw RENT.
-- Ohhh, understudy Roger, you suck so hard. And I thought nobody could be worse than Manley 'The Tool' Pope. At the end of 'What You Own,' we were all clapping because we were grateful that you shut up. The Mimi was good most of the time, but trying way too hard to sound exactly like Daphne Rubin Vega. Angel was fab, I warmed up to Mark, Collins could sing his ass off (or, in Baltimore-speak, 'Preach it, child! I'mma throw a shoe at you!'), Maureen automatically garners sympathy for being forced to sing 'Over the Moon', the ensemble was good. Worth the ticket price, but not the best show I've seen.
-- Went to a party atyancentric / Yancy's. Bumped into madmoisellestar / Aster and Max. jayel4192 was our DD in shining armor, getting us to and from the Metro in one piece. The pope was even in attendance. Many chocolate cake shots were had by all, and we watched A Midsummer Night's Cream-- which, by the way, used actual Shakespearean text. A sure sign you're partying with a bunch of theater geeks: they fast forward through the porn to get to the scenes. Well, to be honest, I've seen worse Titanias.
-- Back to DC again today. Wandered around the National Gallery oohing and aahing at the 15th century Italian galleries. Saw the Dada exhibit. Ate wonderful Thai curry and had equally-yummy Moroccan Mint tea at Teaism. Ogled hot guys on the Metro. Invented code words for ogling said guys, so that the ogling could be a spectator sport.
-- Saw God. In the flesh. As we disembarked from the New Carrollton, there was a man standing in the middle of the terminal, his gray hair sticking wildly up. He had a long salt-and-pepper beard, was wearing a daisy-printed "This Is My World" tee shirt, and was calmly meditating, motionless. If that's what God is actually like, I'm going to worry a whole lot less about life.
-- Pictures!
The girls on the Dada stairs.
They're pretending to be the cover of a Christian Rock album.
AHAHAHAHAHA.
The National Gallery had some of the most uniquely beautiful jewelry I've ever seen.
Look at this. If I'd had $200 on me, I would have bought this leaf necklace and earrings in a heartbeat.
They looked so real, so magical.
Heather drinking tea. She knows how it's done. With the pinkies out!
Rac and Ashley.
Ashley, I had to photoshop your eyes.
You looked like a demon again.
But not nearly as evil as you look, say, here.
You look like you want to eat Heather's brains for a light brunch.
But honestly, what's the deal with the crazy red eyes?
You know how animals' eyes glow red in photographs? Are you not human?
Inquiring minds want to know.
Maybe you secretly belong here.
(Free Katie!)
I made you an icon.
A token of my love.
-- I know I'm not in any of those pictures. Ashley took pictures of me, but I'm pretty sure she's asleep already. But know that there are pictures. Pictures in which I really am The Walrus. No, Really.
This shatters all perceptions of me as a paragon of beauty, doesn't it? Heh.
-- I weighed myself for the first time in months and was pleasantly surprised that the scale was about seven pounds less than I was expecting. Apparently, this eating healthy portions, drinking water, getting exercise thing works. Huh.
-- And! The first of my two tax return checks came in. Not the big one, but still. Yay.
Wiped now. I'm going to be shallow and watch ANTM before sloughing off to bed.
tamnonlinear, who seemed to have a good time. We hope she will come back. You know, so we can -- The band played a good uptempo version of 'Sing Sing Sing,' and I got a thourough workout. Also played bumper tango. Ahh, good ol' bumper tango.
-- The dances take place in the Towson Armory (for the most part). This is where I saw the most cutely awkward thing I've ever beheld. Mostly, the National Guardsmen stayed out of the dance, with some peeking their heads in every now and again. Two brave souls ventured in to watch. The next time I looked up, a very tall guardsman in a cutoff Harley tee-shirt, cammo fatigues, and combat boots was learning the East Coast basic step from a tiny old lady. He was so awkward but trying to be polite and make her happy. It warmed the cockels of my cold, dead heart.
-- Saturday was spent with the Annapolis girls-- (Heather /
evergleam83, Ashley / roxyoi301, Rac / _titania_), plus one Mister Stewbert. We ate lots and lots and lots of food at Buca di Beppo in DC, then saw RENT.-- Ohhh, understudy Roger, you suck so hard. And I thought nobody could be worse than Manley 'The Tool' Pope. At the end of 'What You Own,' we were all clapping because we were grateful that you shut up. The Mimi was good most of the time, but trying way too hard to sound exactly like Daphne Rubin Vega. Angel was fab, I warmed up to Mark, Collins could sing his ass off (or, in Baltimore-speak, 'Preach it, child! I'mma throw a shoe at you!'), Maureen automatically garners sympathy for being forced to sing 'Over the Moon', the ensemble was good. Worth the ticket price, but not the best show I've seen.
-- Went to a party at
yancentric / Yancy's. Bumped into madmoisellestar / Aster and Max. jayel4192 was our DD in shining armor, getting us to and from the Metro in one piece. The pope was even in attendance. Many chocolate cake shots were had by all, and we watched A Midsummer Night's Cream-- which, by the way, used actual Shakespearean text. A sure sign you're partying with a bunch of theater geeks: they fast forward through the porn to get to the scenes. Well, to be honest, I've seen worse Titanias.-- Back to DC again today. Wandered around the National Gallery oohing and aahing at the 15th century Italian galleries. Saw the Dada exhibit. Ate wonderful Thai curry and had equally-yummy Moroccan Mint tea at Teaism. Ogled hot guys on the Metro. Invented code words for ogling said guys, so that the ogling could be a spectator sport.
-- Saw God. In the flesh. As we disembarked from the New Carrollton, there was a man standing in the middle of the terminal, his gray hair sticking wildly up. He had a long salt-and-pepper beard, was wearing a daisy-printed "This Is My World" tee shirt, and was calmly meditating, motionless. If that's what God is actually like, I'm going to worry a whole lot less about life.
-- Pictures!
The girls on the Dada stairs.
They're pretending to be the cover of a Christian Rock album.
AHAHAHAHAHA.
The National Gallery had some of the most uniquely beautiful jewelry I've ever seen.
Look at this. If I'd had $200 on me, I would have bought this leaf necklace and earrings in a heartbeat.
They looked so real, so magical.
Heather drinking tea. She knows how it's done. With the pinkies out!
Rac and Ashley.
Ashley, I had to photoshop your eyes.
You looked like a demon again.
But not nearly as evil as you look, say, here.
You look like you want to eat Heather's brains for a light brunch.
But honestly, what's the deal with the crazy red eyes?
You know how animals' eyes glow red in photographs? Are you not human?
Inquiring minds want to know.
Maybe you secretly belong here.
(Free Katie!)
I made you an icon.
A token of my love.
-- I know I'm not in any of those pictures. Ashley took pictures of me, but I'm pretty sure she's asleep already. But know that there are pictures. Pictures in which I really am The Walrus. No, Really.
This shatters all perceptions of me as a paragon of beauty, doesn't it? Heh.
-- I weighed myself for the first time in months and was pleasantly surprised that the scale was about seven pounds less than I was expecting. Apparently, this eating healthy portions, drinking water, getting exercise thing works. Huh.
-- And! The first of my two tax return checks came in. Not the big one, but still. Yay.
Wiped now. I'm going to be shallow and watch ANTM before sloughing off to bed.