So stop saying it.

Last night was pretty silly. Started off with David and I heading to the Wizards game. They won, but the whole Wizards thing is miserable; no team spirit whatsoever. When the Redskins win, the place erupts and people chant all the way home. When the Wizards win, everybody claps for a minute and then walks out. So yeah, they won, David and I both had a ton of food and some beers. It was good. Also saw Ms. Crystal and Ms. Heather outside before the game. Unfortunately, they were seated up in the nosebleeds so we couldn’t holla at ’em.

We then Metro’d to Adams Morgan where we’d meet a few friends in an hour or so. We stopped at McDonalds for David to leak (I stayed outside) and he comes out with a sudge fundae for me, what a sweetie, this is looking to be a good night. Some annoying out-of-towner guys pestered us about where to go, and then when we arrived where we were going a few of them got turned away at the door for fake IDs. Dolts… They were West Point kids… So the place we wanted to go (Dan’s Cafe) was packed. We walked in and walked right back out and to end up nextdoor at “Brass Monkey.” We were two of like 5 people there it was so early, which I kind of liked. We got on the good-sides of the bartenders, which was very beneficial later in the night when it got packed. The one bartender actually gave us freebie t-shirts, which we managed to lose over the course of the night. Ran in to my sister’s friend Dillon at one point too, weird.

The course of the night… The only thing that really sticks out in my mind is that old dance song about riding the train. Emily requested it for us and we got a bit nutso. Oh yeah, that freaking girl alos sticks out like a sore, ugly thumb. THis freaking girl was lasering me all night long. She’d come talk to me, we’d stop talking, I’d turn away, she’d walk away (thank god), and would repeat this process several times over the course. Sigh… Get a clue! NOT INTERESTED! You seemed nice and all, but come on, you weighed more than me. I can’t hang with that. Note to all girls: bugging a guy and staring at him the entire night is not a good way to get him unless you’re ridiculously hot or cool.

So the bar was decent only cause friends were there. We left around 2:30, got some jumbo slice, cabbed it home, David ordered me to sleep on my couch, and sure enough I went straight there and did that. I woke up around 10am when David was heading to work (sucker) and noticed my glasses were still on. Oops! Take em off, sleep another hour, play some Tony Hawk, Greg brings me back some Super Pollo, and then I roll out cause the storm is-a-comin’.

I stop at ExxonMobil HQ to get my Civic, cause the S2000 just plain sucks in the snow. For some odd reason, the entrances to all the parking garages are coned off. Joy! I can’t park where I usually do. I find an open garage on the other freaking side of the “campus,” park it, pack up my junk that I need to transfer between cars (PITA!), and start my lengthy walk in 30 degrees and snow. I finally get to the Civic, disarm the alarm and realize the chirping was really weak. Great! Dead battery. I can’t get the S2000 close to jump it so I’m basically screwed. What do I end up doing? Pushing the car myself to practically running speed, jumping in, putting it in gear and popping the clutch. After about 5 attempts it finally starts, almost stalls, and I nail the gas to keep her alive (cars don’t run too well for a little bit when they haven’t been started in months). SUCCESS! Sweating, stinking (same clothes from last night), hungover, out of breath, I head on home.

Time for a shower.