A Shitty Start to Hump Night - (Totally Fuckin Safe For Work)

May 22, 2008 by Sexy Fitsum  Send to a Friend

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The team I rooted against won it all yesterday. Worse, the shit went on for so long (30 minutes extra time plus penalty kicks), it ran well past my DVR settings; I didn’t even get to see my man Drogba put the smack to that bama Nemajna Vidic. Anyway, I’m willing to forgive if things work out to my flavor. Adding omen to injury, I witnessed a massive car fire at 20th and M (too close to home, but not close enough to the neighboring Cosi) along with about 90 other people, right after dropping off some dry cleaning around 7. It was fun as any trainwreck but hardly worth the lung cancer I helped myself to from breathing all that burning alloy and plastic; I’ll remember to thank myself when I’m 60 or so.

One bowl of Trader Joe’s turkey chilli (with some melted cheddar worked into it. yeeeeaah man) and three Modelos later, I send an unrequited text to Chris Burns to see how This Ain’t No Disco was doing, and receive one from Cory, DJ People’s Champion about his engagement at Josephine’s getting misbooked by the evening’s (rookie ass) promoter. Fuck it. I walk to Fly Lounge, see the nuclear clusterfuck of a line — due to a massive evac and police-taping off of Eighteenth Street Lounge after a stabbing inside the club — then get to exhale when I see Neran right outside, thankfully helping me get in. It’s the former co-owner of Kickballers’ — the Georgetown skate shop that closed in February — last night before moving back to LA to help those Good Charlotte dudes with their clothing line and he’s hoping not to drown in a bucket of farewell shots. Funnily enough, the first thing I notice on entry is Uncle Q about 3 words away from fistfighting with a very large Not So Young Professional. Funny because the first thing Q ever said to me was “What are you looking at?” (The answer was: ‘You, and your gf ,walking into this here Wonderland bathroom while I’m taking a wiz… Man.’) I mean, Q is cool and all but … I later saw NSYP show his friend the head butt he almost couldn’t resist unleashing. Speaking of unleasing, note to Fly Lounge: Please don’t hose your patrons down with dry ice anymore, or maybe just get a new trigger man. Please?.

Anyway, enjoy the unidentified spooge smeared on my lens.

So in all, good to see Neran, sucked not to see Courtney and off to Steve’s Barroom at 1:15 AM. Luckily, they take their time closing shop. In that time, DJ Licka Shot was still in control, I got to meet Ginger — more (pleasant) proof of a small world — in the middle of trying to keep Miskutt from bugging her, and getting over-advised by a professional photog, who praised my glass (L) but played me on the body (30D). Ex-Club 5 owner and current M3 promoter Tim was making me wish I could see what’s what with his new place in St. Thomas. I’m not surprised that he spends most of his time there now. Soon, my friend. Very soon. Then there was the double jointed girl. What’s got two thumbs and loves one of those?**

**Me, nigga!

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