Survived DC..

... well, I'm back safe and sound... good God, what a party... hanging at some of the most hip clubs... in cowboy boots and jeans, no less.. heh heh.. single-handed, I managed to lower the coolness factor of an entire room full of nubile college students and dazzling urbanites.... and believe me, it was my pleasure... thanks to Matt of Blackfive for the invite...

... one thing about Friday night that really kicked ass, is that there seems to be a trend in DC for purchasing entire bottles for tables... this was a new experience for me... and one that I can say that I enjoy very, very much... if you order Scotch, they arrive with an ice bucket.. tumblers... bottled water.. and a liter of 16 year old Lagavulin... if you order Vodka, the platter presents itself with orange juice, cranberry juice, and ice... you got it, rubberneckers.. you pour/mix your own drinks at the table while scantily clad 20-something's vibrate to a 200 decibel house mix... word, people... that is the way to drink in a club...

... but let me tell ya, that scene will grow on you.. and fast...

... Saturday saw three things of notable mention... we settled into the Rhino for an afternoon of libations, and the Wife immediately impressed the Hell out of Matt by comparing bungee-jumping stories... she's flown off the 900 foot bridge in New Zealand, you see... I think that is the first time I've ever seen Blackfive impressed... then, of course, there was the Bono wannabe who was nearly beatdown in the gay bar on Pennsylvania Avenue... but, hey... that's a post all its own... and lastly.. I experienced my first Irish Car Bomb... whoa... nothing improves a drunken swagger stagger like chugging a pint of Guinness just before hailing a cab at 2am... all in all, it was an incredible time... I wouldn't have missed it for the world.. I mean, c'mon... it's not often you get to meet a guy nicknamed "Pumpkin"... and having said that, it is even more rare to hear a bleary-eyed blogger - who's heading out the door to an important morning of business meetings... stop at the door, handle in hand, and turn to the pile of drunks on the couch.. and say... "goodbye, Pumpkin.. see you in a little while..".... heh heh...

... but on Sunday, we switched gears... we assisted our bodies in removing the effects of two days of abuse by walking 249 miles around Washington.. we hardly even noticed, though, as we were being escorted by the effervescent Miss Cat... a woman of the highest caliber.. and to whom we owe our undying gratitude... why, you ask?... well, she showed up at the Lincoln Memorial with a map, two large coffees, and a bottle of ibuprofen... yes, yes.. she gets the official blogger Golden Life Saver Award... also, she is a gorgeous little brunette who looks amazingly like Sandra Bullock... so, you can see why we had such a nice tour... we hit most of the monuments on the Mall, and the Toulouse-Lautrec exhibit at the National Gallery.. then dinner at Legal Seafood... 249 miles never went by so fast... oh, and she ended the evening by telling me a secret... it turns out that I am her Blogfather... well, babe.. I am truly honored.. so far, I am batting a thousand... two blogkids, and both of them are hot brunettes... not bad for a scrawny redhead... nope... not bad at all...