Monday, September 27, 2004
Go Mestee, it's yo berfday, we gonna blog just like it's yo berfday
Today is September 27th, which means that Gwyneth Paltrow is 32, Avril Lavigne is 20, and I am 26. I actually forgot that it was my birthday until I got to work and saw the date on my computer. I think it threw me off that people were wishing me a happy birthday throughout the weekend, even though it hadn't occured yet. Anyway, let me tell you about DC.
We went to dinner at Thai Tanic on Friday night, which not only serves fine Thai cuisine, but also sports the best play-on-words name of any restaurant I know (apologies to both Wok and Roll and Nacho Mama). After dinner, we went to Stetson's, which is a bar next to Irf and Julia's apartment that was showing the Sox/Yankees game. Even though the result of the game was not good, we had a good time playing on the Dr. Who pinball machine. We met up with Lizzie Guancial of Hamilton College fame after she was done having dinner at the restaurant next door with a guy named Trent, who Irf inexplicably thought was named "Shin". After we left the bar, Sheri, Brendan, and I went back to Irf and Julia's apartment with them. We hung out for a while, mostly joking about highly unlikely hypothetical situations which could occur at Jack's wedding. Most of the scenarios we discussed involved monkeys dressed as a bride and groom, as well as Brendan playing carnival music on the piano.
On Saturday, Irf, Julia, and I met Brendan and Sheri at the new WWII memorial. We walked around for a while, then ended up finding a shady spot where we could toss the frisbee around. Fast forward to Saturday night: Irf and I took a cab to Brendan's hotel (2 cab rides in a day for Irf...a new PR), where we watched a much more satisfying Red Sox game and had a few drinks before we went out. The 3 of us walked down to the waterfront with Sheri's friend Nash, who works for the NSA. Oh, God, I wasn't supposed to say that! A team of men in lab coats are probably on their way to my office as we speak, waiting to ambush me in the cafeteria with an amnesia-inducing syrum to wipe away my knowledge of their employee. Anyway, we ended up meeting Sheri and the rest of her friends at this place called Sequoia's, where we stayed at the outdoor bar near the water for a while. Sequoia's featured the strongest Jack and Cokes a man could ever ask for, which we followed with some ill-advised Tequila shots. I have found that the "Come on man, it's your birthday...we have to do shots" argument is almost impossible to counter. We ended the night at the Philly Cheesesteak Factory with Cheesesteaks (duh) and cheesefries. Though I had my fair share of loudmouth soup during the evening, I was almost entirely silent at the Cheesesteak Factory, leaving Irf to come up with small talk for about 20 minutes with two of Sheri's friends who we were sharing the 4 person booth with (ex: Oh, you're from Philadelphia? My girlfriend is also from Pennsylvania! ). Seriously, it was painful, and I completely left Irf hanging...but I had a good laugh at his expense afterwards.
On Sunday, Brendan, Julia, Irf and I went to ESPN Zone to grab lunch and watch the Sox game. Once we finished, we checked out the Thai festival that was going on down the street. It was difficult not to laugh as young 20-something female singers were paraded on stage and alternated between Thai songs and American hits from the 80's. At one point, lots of middle-aged women got up on the stage and did the electric slide, serving as impromtu back-up dancers. Truly a sight to behold. After that, I got a ride to the airport, caught my flight, landed in Manchester, my Dad picked me up...yada yada yada. I've taken up enough of your time today, but I'll be back tomorrow.
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We went to dinner at Thai Tanic on Friday night, which not only serves fine Thai cuisine, but also sports the best play-on-words name of any restaurant I know (apologies to both Wok and Roll and Nacho Mama). After dinner, we went to Stetson's, which is a bar next to Irf and Julia's apartment that was showing the Sox/Yankees game. Even though the result of the game was not good, we had a good time playing on the Dr. Who pinball machine. We met up with Lizzie Guancial of Hamilton College fame after she was done having dinner at the restaurant next door with a guy named Trent, who Irf inexplicably thought was named "Shin". After we left the bar, Sheri, Brendan, and I went back to Irf and Julia's apartment with them. We hung out for a while, mostly joking about highly unlikely hypothetical situations which could occur at Jack's wedding. Most of the scenarios we discussed involved monkeys dressed as a bride and groom, as well as Brendan playing carnival music on the piano.
On Saturday, Irf, Julia, and I met Brendan and Sheri at the new WWII memorial. We walked around for a while, then ended up finding a shady spot where we could toss the frisbee around. Fast forward to Saturday night: Irf and I took a cab to Brendan's hotel (2 cab rides in a day for Irf...a new PR), where we watched a much more satisfying Red Sox game and had a few drinks before we went out. The 3 of us walked down to the waterfront with Sheri's friend Nash, who works for the NSA. Oh, God, I wasn't supposed to say that! A team of men in lab coats are probably on their way to my office as we speak, waiting to ambush me in the cafeteria with an amnesia-inducing syrum to wipe away my knowledge of their employee. Anyway, we ended up meeting Sheri and the rest of her friends at this place called Sequoia's, where we stayed at the outdoor bar near the water for a while. Sequoia's featured the strongest Jack and Cokes a man could ever ask for, which we followed with some ill-advised Tequila shots. I have found that the "Come on man, it's your birthday...we have to do shots" argument is almost impossible to counter. We ended the night at the Philly Cheesesteak Factory with Cheesesteaks (duh) and cheesefries. Though I had my fair share of loudmouth soup during the evening, I was almost entirely silent at the Cheesesteak Factory, leaving Irf to come up with small talk for about 20 minutes with two of Sheri's friends who we were sharing the 4 person booth with (ex: Oh, you're from Philadelphia? My girlfriend is also from Pennsylvania! ). Seriously, it was painful, and I completely left Irf hanging...but I had a good laugh at his expense afterwards.
On Sunday, Brendan, Julia, Irf and I went to ESPN Zone to grab lunch and watch the Sox game. Once we finished, we checked out the Thai festival that was going on down the street. It was difficult not to laugh as young 20-something female singers were paraded on stage and alternated between Thai songs and American hits from the 80's. At one point, lots of middle-aged women got up on the stage and did the electric slide, serving as impromtu back-up dancers. Truly a sight to behold. After that, I got a ride to the airport, caught my flight, landed in Manchester, my Dad picked me up...yada yada yada. I've taken up enough of your time today, but I'll be back tomorrow.
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