Last night, Charlton Heston died on the dance floor. Not literally, of course, but word of his death came to us as we danced, via tax-payer-supported Blackberry. I feel like maybe his death would make a good metaphor for something, but I haven't had my coffee yet, and so the more abstract connecting of disparate thoughts part of my brain isn't working at full capacity. Perhaps I'll come up with something later.
This weekend may perhaps go down in the partying archive as "The Weekend of the Drink Ticket." Both the Hirshhorn Friday night and the loft party last night required the purchase of drink tickets (little paper tickets like what you get at a school fair or carnival) in order to acquire beverages from the bar. I'm assuming this is to speed up the drink-getting process, since the bartenders aren't handling money and trying to make change and whatnot, but in reality it's really annoying and requires too much pre-planning on the part of slightly tipsy people ("So how many drink tickets should I go ahead and get? I just waited in that line for twenty minutes and I don't want to have to wait in it again, but I also don't want to buy tickets I'm not going to use...and I only have two hands..."). In brief, casetheplace is not a fan of the drink ticket, and she hopes this is a trend that will not continue.
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Sunday, March 30, 2008
Bounce wit me
Last night in Baltimore, HT pointed to me and said, "You can always tell ATL kids by the way that they bounce when they dance."
And yeah, I was bouncing. (To house music. At a rave. With glow sticks. I don't want to talk about it too much, but I will say apparently the universe has preserved a little bit of the late 90s rave scene in Baltimore. JNCOS, people! And the rhinestone bebe shirt every girl in my high school and every other high school in America sported when I was a freshman in 1997. And did I mention there were actual glowsticks??)
The DC kids with ATL connections loooove to talk about ATL when I'm around. "Remember that one time in ATL? Did you ever go to that club in ATL? Did you ever drink at that bar in ATL? Remember that party in ATL? Where did you live in ATL? ATL ATL ATL..." Which is kinda sweet and cute, all the ATL love, especially since I rep the A pretty hard up here (although I think I should be slapped, personally, the next time drunk casetheplace shouts and signs "Peace out! A-town down!" for no good reason, cause I do it waaaay too much, I'm not gonna lie...), but hey, look, I'm not in ATL anymore, and I don't plan to return anytime soon, and all that's for some very good reasons, and you're not in ATL these days either, so can we maybe not talk about ATL all the damn time? Thank you, 'preciate it.
But, um, while we're on the subject of ATL, here's some funny, funny, funniness. Especially if you've ever been a MARTA rider ("Isn't the Metro so much better than MARTA?" "SmarTrip's like a BREEZE card." "The buses here don't suck like MARTA buses." "I got hit by a MARTA bus once."). Oh, and in case you don't know what HT meant by bounce, there's some definite bounce in this:
