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Dec. 2nd, 2006 08:26 pmLast night promised to be a wonderful night in bound, but to sound petty, Dana ruined it. He's a nice guy and all, but I loathe a room he djs in. His music isn't danceable, but I don't hate it per se. It's just he plays the stuff so loud...well last night it was literally painful even with ear plugs in. We tried to hide in various parts of the club, but wound up leaving before midnight just because we were in pain. He was exiting the booth as we left, but it was too late. Remind me to check the dj lineup before I go out again. Too bad too, we were in a great mood when we started, and the crowd looked like fun.
Today I let Jen play dress up with me and attended the Scottish xmas dog walk parade thingy in old-town Alexandria. We wore Scottish garb of varying periods. I had heard these hooligans brag repeatedly about how when the parade reached their section, that they were distracted and many noted the spectators were more dressed than (many of) the marchers. Well, that story paled in comparison to the experience I had today. There was a fun cheering of each other, the marchers of us and us of them. Slash succeeded, albeit by accident, to scare a giant hairy dog. I mean the dog was a mammoth, and when I say that, I'm used to seeing Slash. Slash ran up to "give a dog a bone" and the dog was surprised (by the approach or his size?) and let out a huge WOOF while backing up. Much giggling ensued.
I loved the costumed marchers, the bagpipes, the drums, the fiddles, and dogs. Lots and lots of dogs. So many dogs I wondered what the point of the parade was. I was trying to think how they linked scottish heritage, winter, holidays, and dogs. I think they had a bong in council chambers. Still - it works. It's a silly parade, but a lot of people really put effort into it (many dogs in kilts!?) and it is just an absolute blast. I had so much fun being a part of it, though a part of me felt like such a liar - this wasn't my costume, no, I was looking all butch wearing my girlfriends clothes.
I saw many politicians, most notably Jim Moran, the dem house member from VA. I wished I had a notepad as they politicians drove by, so I could write down which ones were in classic antique cars (vote for them again) vs. new bmws, mercedes, or that horrid jaguar (vote against). Moran was awesome - he walked up to our group and complemented our costumes. He talked to the author in our group, who noted she had written "Sex with Kings" and "Sex with Queens" (I'm probably screwing up the titles). Rather than running off aghast, the man called his wife over to meet her as she explained the books were about the rendezvous of famous royalty. This man had spirit and balls. I wanted to tell him he had a lot of votes from that group, but opted not to risk making anyone feel awkward (including myself).
Now it's after 8 and I'm done, as after the walk we did a restaurant and then spent a long time in an Irish pub. It was nice, but my people-threshold is now maxed and I'm tired as hell.
Today I let Jen play dress up with me and attended the Scottish xmas dog walk parade thingy in old-town Alexandria. We wore Scottish garb of varying periods. I had heard these hooligans brag repeatedly about how when the parade reached their section, that they were distracted and many noted the spectators were more dressed than (many of) the marchers. Well, that story paled in comparison to the experience I had today. There was a fun cheering of each other, the marchers of us and us of them. Slash succeeded, albeit by accident, to scare a giant hairy dog. I mean the dog was a mammoth, and when I say that, I'm used to seeing Slash. Slash ran up to "give a dog a bone" and the dog was surprised (by the approach or his size?) and let out a huge WOOF while backing up. Much giggling ensued.
I loved the costumed marchers, the bagpipes, the drums, the fiddles, and dogs. Lots and lots of dogs. So many dogs I wondered what the point of the parade was. I was trying to think how they linked scottish heritage, winter, holidays, and dogs. I think they had a bong in council chambers. Still - it works. It's a silly parade, but a lot of people really put effort into it (many dogs in kilts!?) and it is just an absolute blast. I had so much fun being a part of it, though a part of me felt like such a liar - this wasn't my costume, no, I was looking all butch wearing my girlfriends clothes.
I saw many politicians, most notably Jim Moran, the dem house member from VA. I wished I had a notepad as they politicians drove by, so I could write down which ones were in classic antique cars (vote for them again) vs. new bmws, mercedes, or that horrid jaguar (vote against). Moran was awesome - he walked up to our group and complemented our costumes. He talked to the author in our group, who noted she had written "Sex with Kings" and "Sex with Queens" (I'm probably screwing up the titles). Rather than running off aghast, the man called his wife over to meet her as she explained the books were about the rendezvous of famous royalty. This man had spirit and balls. I wanted to tell him he had a lot of votes from that group, but opted not to risk making anyone feel awkward (including myself).
Now it's after 8 and I'm done, as after the walk we did a restaurant and then spent a long time in an Irish pub. It was nice, but my people-threshold is now maxed and I'm tired as hell.
