Saturday Follies April 30, 2007
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If someone had told me that a pirate and a ninja would prove instrumental in saving my sanity Saturday night, I wouldn’t have believed them.
Of course, if someone had told me that I would be the only member of our mantourage to pick up a phone number, a kiss, and potential for a short-lived physical relationship to be named later, I wouldn’t have believed that either.
Scene : Random Bar #3 in Adam’s Morgan. (a bar that allows “jerseys” inside. on a side note, no place in AM is exclusive enough to warrant a dress code)
A bachelorette party gathers on the dacefloor. Realizing the even further diminished chances of courting a member of such a party, men either attempt to purely entertain said women or avoid like the plague.
To the right, 3 females appear. One of said females, “M”, a taller, average blonde in her early 30s, proceeds to grab me and dance.
Conversation ensues:
M: I can teach you dance lessons. You want to learn how to dance?
cc: Is my dancing bad, we can stop if it’s bad…
M: No, I’m just saying I can teach you. I know some “real” moves.
cc: (to myself) you’re flailing chicken arms aren’t exactly a “real” move in my book. In fact, you have the rhythm of, well, a tall white girl.
cc: *cough* Well, perhaps that could be arranged sometime. So what exactly do you do?
M: I’m from Maryland. I do (insert something that wasn’t exciting here). How about you?
cc: I’m in sales. I just moved here.
M: I’ve lived her my whole life, I’m so used to it. I hate DC guys though, they’re all the same.
M: (white girl dancing continues) Where are you from?
cc: Well, I’m from the midwest. What do you hate about DC guys?
M: They’re just all the same, like my brother. (glazed eyes glancing towards me) God, you’re probably younger than my brother, aren’t you? That’s weird.
cc: Well how old is your brother? How old are you for that matter?
M: He’s 27, and you’re probably younger right?
cc: 25. And you are..
M: I’m 30, is that a problem?
cc: Um, no. not at all… Why would it be? We’re dancing?
M: Are you sure? And you’re straight?
cc: Yeah (questioning previous inquiry) (looking for less awkward conversation) So, uh, you come here often?
General bad dancing and stagnant conversation ensues. Gratuitous hand holding and other extremely strange body language continue. Phone numbers exchange, out of general pleasantry. Wingmen deploy, teeing up one night stand opportunities.
I must give the girl credit. She’s 30. She knows exactly what she wants. And short of reaching for my crotch, she was very upfront. Hand holding, dancing, even *gulp* moving in for a kiss. I had no problem with her being 30. I had no problem with her not exactly being a knockout. I was not, however, impressed with the generally pathetic banter that we exchanged as she suddenly became enamored and took things to an escalation point they were obviously not at.
This is where the pirate and the ninja come in. They were on the southbound train out of crazy town with us and helped to lighten the mood after a kiss that felt like it came from my sister.
To continue the full court press, a voicemail was on my phone as I arose at the crack of noon Sunday morning. The way I see it, this only ends 2 ways: meaningless sex, or non-response.
Thoughts?
-cc
“Do you write?” April 28, 2007
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“I’ve been known to.”
“What do you write?”
“Prose. Sometimes poetry. Well, and if I’m feeling really crazy, I might throw a few independent clauses out there…”
“Yeah? But what is it called?”
I have officially decided that blogger happy hour is a premier social event of choice for me. The above pick up line (at least, that’s what I’m calling it 
) was pitched to me several times last night, and I must admit, when you put an airy lose-your-damned-mind voice behind it, well…. it’s rather sexy.
So, to answer your question, this is what I write. Some of it dates back as far as 1998 but I only really pulled forward the archives that I felt were something special. You will see some poetry strewn between blurbs, thoughts, and the occasional journalist quality article.
“I call it left of the district. I know, it sounds like some artsy coup d’etat sort of thing. It’s better than some of the alternatives, trust me. “
-cc
just sing April 27, 2007
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If there’s one thing that I desparately miss about home, it is my former band.
After listening to the local scene around here and seeing the opportunities to play, I know that we could make a huge impact. I have honed and harnessed my frontman swagger over the last 24 months and a reunion would definitely yield some of the funkiest, baddest music the world may ever hear.
I wonder what the opportunity would be for us to all come back together in the same city and start things up again. Of course, there are other projects going on and I’ve been unable to find a place to contribute to the DC scene.
Anyhow, I’m not aware of a lot of bands searching for a soulful, superbad whitebread to pilot their galactic funk mission. Maybe I need to get out a bit more.
Karaoke will be a good thing. See you there bloggers.
-cc
emorock April 23, 2007
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My new nickname is emorock.
This may be the first time in my relatively short existence that I have been given a nickname that actually has some accuracy.
Of course, being the purist that I am, I must question what exactly the term is supposed to encompass relative to me?
In other words, is the intention to describe me as a “Fugazi” or a “Simple Plan” ?
If the latter, I just may retch. Seriously.
I do pick up a few of the fashion trends, I’m quite pensive or shy in public, I write poetry, and I live in the Washington DC area. I suppose this could be where the correlation stems from.
Unfortunately, I asked around and emo still doesn’t exist.
It is what it is.
-cc
