dc was most certainly a good time. i am starting to get a feel for the place, and it seems a bit more of a city than boston does... but it also is considerably more dangerous, which is tragic, really. the dichotomy is stark and at times upsetting. america in a nutshell, i guess.

well now i'm depressed.

dc was fun! the cavs-wizards game was not particularly well played but the result was fun. i set an over/under for lebron in the 4th quarter to score 15 points, a pretty high number. trills bumped it down to 14.5 and took the over vs drew. lebron scored exactly 15 points, including 8 in the last 2 minutes, which was ... pretty awesome. drew also made a curious food choice, which i guess i'll get to now.

first, remember dippin' dots? of course you do. they had some of these at the game, and since it was/is passover, drew couldn't partake in a lot of the food around there. so, we decided to get dippin' dots. trills already had scored some mint chocolate which looked real good, so drew and i made our run in the third quarter with this in mind. i ask for mint chocolate, to which i get "that flavor is disgusting" from the dippin' dots guy. both of them hated mint chocolate and were so certain that i would too that they gave me a little sample. i of course liked it and requested it again, eliciting the response that i was a "trooper." thank you, dippin' dots guy. the real confusion occured when drew asked for half rainbow ice, half mint chocolate. that is to say, half RAINBOW SORBET IN DIPPIN' DOTS FORM and half MINT CHCOLATE IN DIPPIN' DOTS FORM. he didn't get distinct containers, so we're talking mint chocolate and rainbow ice mixing here. this combination was and is disgusting, yet drew defends it to even now. if you know drew, you know that the utmost confidence in weird food decisions is pretty much par for the course, but still, this i thought was a bit much.

i wrote way too much about dippin' dots just now.

after the game we made it back to the apartment for some doubles wii tennis. this was a new experience for everyone except me. trilling had destroyed me earlier in the day (i can't explain how) so my confidence was a bit low. trills and erin paired up against me and drew, and i learned quickly that one cannot serve to the forehand unless they power serve. it's just too easy to smash a cross court winner - it's like giving away points. of course the risk was allowed on the backhand side, as no one was able to hit cross-court winners with the backhand... until me. i broke wii tennis, because now the risk of going for a power serve is not worth it due to the almost guaranteed cross-court winner you were giving up on BOTH sides, forehand and backhand. with the invention of this backhand, drew and i handled the erin/trills team with ease.

then, of course, the drinking commenced in earnest.

drew learned a new drinking game during his ambiguous "north carolina trip" - he had thought he knew them all, but apparently a new one just popped up. that's the thing about coming up with creative ways of putting poison in your body. so this game involves pouring 3 beers into a bowl and floating a shot glass in it. the participants pour tiny amounts of beer into the shot glass until the shot sinks to the bottom. andrew said it was like jenga, which i guess is true. i lost the first round because a) andrew claimed i didn't put any beer in the shot glass when i clearly had and b) when i went back to put MORE beer in the shot glass, erin shook the table which allowed me to call her a saboteur, which is obviously a fun word to say drunk. someone lost the second round, with the result being this picture. being properly drunk, we headed out to some bar in adams morgan, home of previous adventures to say the least.

actually, let me take back the 'some bar'. the bar was called 'ventnor', which led to a funny exchange in which erin told me we were going there, i told trilling, and trilling asked me why i was talking about this bar as if i had been there before. i just kept saying "like monopoly" which i don't think addressed trilling's concerns, but what are you gonna do?

so we roll into this bar and 'simple man' is playing upstairs. this is one of the few things i remember after drew made me drink a mind eraser (disgusting on its own) with starbucks coffee liquer instead of kahlua (double disgusting). so i start yelling to trilling that this song is my new creedo, a word that i haven't used in this space before but i have used in life before. creedo = creed + motto. i'm yelling this like a mad man without realizing that i should explain to trilling what i just explained to you, i.e. that i know creedo isn't a real word. but yeah, i'm loving on 'simple man' right now, so this was particularly well done by a somewhat grumpy dj (more on this later).

erin says hi to her cousin (who we are apparently meeting at this bar) and drew and i scope the basketball game on tv. nuggets are up 73-71 over the mavericks with 45 seconds left. i start hitting drew, nowitzki misses a terrible shot, and the nuggets get the ball. drew asks for 4:1 on the mavs winning, which i talk down to 3.5:1 and somehow take. of course, the nuggets miss a shot... but get an offensive rebound and lock the game up. big time. drew dropped the $10 on the floor like the bitch that he is, but it was still big time.

i don't really remember much else about the bar, but i'll cover the points i do remember. trilling knew the bartender, which led to us getting a pitcher of blue moon for cheap (which was nice, but didn't go well with the game of quarters andrew insisted we played). we also got random blue shots, which are always fun. the dj was cranky, and it seemed to be because he didn't like the gig (playing stupid songs at the ventnor, a clearly not-busy bar), but i think it was also because the three of us were talking to him in very incoherent ways. i met a guy who was a police academy trainee in prince georges maryland, and then made him drink a pitcher of blue moon due to the only shot i made in aforementioned game of quarters (i apologized later, and i also called him a hero about 20 times). i think i gave the cabbie a $7 tip on an $11 fare, but to be fair trilling was yelling both "FUCK YOU" and "I LOVE YOU" in eritrean to him (he was ethiopian and claimed he didn't understand). he did ask me for $100 for the fare, which i luckily did not go for, but i think $7 was a fair balance between $2 and $89.

the real important thing was that this night did not kill me for saturday. i wasn't in great shape on saturday, but i wasn't puking on rugs or anything. so saturday and sunday, while not as eventful as friday, were not complete wastes.

and i'll write more about them tomorrow, because i just wrote a shitload.