another disclaimer: this is unnervingly long, but that's the sort of thing that happens when i don't write in a while. i just get obscenely detailed and feel the urge to go for the play-by-play. if you don't like it, don't read it. i mostly wrote it for myself anyway, as a way to remember; we all know how bad my memory is, by now, don't we?
thursday, i did the stupidest thing i've done in a long while (aside from losing at chess THREE times in a row to andy), though i'm now beginning to expect this sort of thing from myself (i don't know what's going on with my mind -- do i just need more sleep, or is it senility hitting already?). i left the weezer tickets lanette had so lovingly given me for my birthday in my silverware drawer in charlotte. unfortunately, i didn't realize this until i was about five hours away from charlotte. fortunately, andy saved the day. i cannot appreciate enough how cool he was about this. he went through a lot of trouble, and i owe him tremendously. feel free to toss some ideas at me, if you can think of a nice way to say "thank you." by the way, andy is my hero.
thanks to andy, the weekend was great. i took thursday and friday off from work, and headed towards dc thursday morning. when i got home, i hung out with the fam, ate dinner, got in touch with friends and then headed out for the evening. i met whitney in dc at the big hunt (a really cool, carcass-themed bar in dupont circle) pretty late in the evening, and settled down for what i thought was going to be a chill night of getting back in touch with friends. whit and i had some pretty intense conversation, along with some much-needed light conversation. it was exactly what i needed, knowing that there are going to be some major changes soon in my life. even if it didn't really solve anything, it definitely made me feel better, and that always helps. later, lanette, eric, tony and two of tony's med school friends (sorry, can't remember names) showed up, and the night took a turn for the wilder. we hung out at the big hunt for a little while longer, and then moved on to cafe citron, a really cute latin club (no cover, too!) next door. i'm not much of a dancer, but somehow it didn't matter. everyone was just there to have fun, and somehow my friends (who _can_ dance, and really well, at that) put up with my awkward white-boy-like dancing. the highlight of the night, i think, was towards the end of the night as the club was threatening to close for the night. the dj put on some really great music (new york new york (a sammy-delic circular almost tear-jerking chorus line-ing experience), one more time, vamos a la plaja?) the bartenders even got into the dancing, everyone was dancing on the bar and tables, some of the bartenders were spraying water from the fountain into the crowd, and tony (of course) tried to strip. it probably sounds like a wet t-shirt concert gone awry, but really, it was just a lot of people dancing together in a gaggle of community-like love. really cool. everyone ought to try it.
the next morning, i hung out with the family some more, had lunch out with my mom (the orleans house -- best salad bar in dc), got stuck in traffic on the way back, and then hung out some more. the weezer concert was early, so whit showed up at my house around seven and we headed to the patriot center. somehow, lanette, eric and i were all on one weird ticket-buying-forgetting wavelength (april pointed this out -- very perceptive). see, lanette bought two tickets for me the same day eric bought two tickets for her (hence, the two extra tickets for whit and eric), and then after i forgot my two tickets in charlotte on thursday, lanette forgot her two tickets at eric's house friday evening. good thing eric's house is at the most a twenty minute drive from the patriot center. anyway, we met up inside the patriot center, proceeded to feel old and perverted for hanging out with a bunch of 14-year-olds, but managed to have a great time. the concert was great; a decent mix of old and new, and interesting lighting effects (i'm not normally impressed by that kind of stuff, but this time it was a nice complement to the show, instead of a distraction -- "only in dreams" was especially well done). anyway, later, whit headed back to bethesda to hang out with some friends that were visiting from out of town, and lanette, eric and i headed to adams morgan for another night of festivities. renzo and michael (friends of eric's) joined us, and it was a long night of meeting people, talking, watching and getting into fights, eating pizza in the streets, trying to get into clubs with sneakers (didn't work in adams morgan at the brass monkey (or was it the blue room?), but did later thanks to hilton (thanks hilton!) at havana breeze (a lot more wild white boy-like salsa flailing on my part)), and bonding in a hot tub. didn't get to sleep until a little while after sun-up, but it was worth it.
later that morning, i headed home, hung out with the family, put together some weird new massage chair my dad bought (the _one_ productive thing i did all weekend), and then headed to the 930 club in dc for the david byrne concert. there, i met up with april, whitney, raj and raj's girlfriend rachel (and later, some of her friends -- alice and some girl with cool red hair). the david byrne concert was amazing beyond belief. i am SO positively stoked that i got to see it, and i absolutely _love_ david byrne. the 930 club is pretty cool, too. an unbelievably interesting crowd (with the possible exception of the 40-something sorority girls with their odd dates that we were stuck behind for a little while -- though, i suppose even they added some element to the mix), that could have been a result of david byrne's draw or just the club itself, i dunno. either way, it was cool to be at the concert with so many different kinds of people, and i don't think i could have possibly enjoyed a concert anymore. i got to hear talking heads songs live, and david byrne is an amazing musician and and and and it was great. (this is why i could never hack it as a writer -- putting feelings into words clearly: not my strong point. just trust me: it was great) after the concert, we headed to whitney's place in bethesda for a little while, watched snl and "back to the future" (michael j. fox looks way better now) on tv (chad joined us, along with one of whitney's roommates and her boyfriend), and chilled. later that night, i dropped rachel and raj off at college park (memories...) and then whit and i headed to lanette's place for the night. stephanie, lanette, whit and i had a slumber party where we got caught up on each other's lives till we fell asleep. the next morning, i drove back to my parents' house, had lunch with the family, and then hung out for a while more. then the long drive home. pj harvey is so cool (thanks, payal, for the cd).
in other news, the party at my place two weekends before was tons of fun (thanks to everyone who came), and the party at rebekah's place the weekend in between was also gobs o' fun.
and, i guess, there's an obvious reason for why i haven't written in so long. i've been avoiding having to think or write any more about the 11th. i don't know that i can say anything meaningful that isn't already trite, or anything that doesn't just make me angrier. i'm beyond disgusted, upset for those involved, and basically wondering what's going to happen now. i'm proud of the people of new york, dc, and america for how they've responded, and i only hope they'll continue to be responsible with their actions. i hope the world uses this as an enlightening experience, now that we've shared in both the mental and physical frailty and strength of humankind. maybe i'm being optimistic, but why not? it might happen; something of this magnitude has to get everyone thinking at least a little bit, and hopefully people will focus their energies on thinking about how to prevent hatred instead of just perpetuating it. i don't know that i'll be able to stop thinking about it, but that's probably a very good thing.
micah, stop calling me a hippy.