I Almost Got Beat Up At The 9:30 Club By Two Girls Who Thought Minus The Bear=Stripper Music
- i bet you didn’t know jesus was in a band.
Seriously. These two chicks were a little TOO into the band. They were tossing their heads like fucking horses and rubbing their hands all over their bodies. And I couldn’t help but stare, horrified, while attempting to maintain a safe distance away from their gyrating. Then, the extra slutty blonde one told her brunette friend that I was a snob and that she was going to punch me in the face. For about 20 minutes of the show, they just stood there and loudly discussed how they could physically hurt me. Instead of punching me, the brunette thought it would be a good idea to dance closer to me…her hair was almost in my mouth. YIKES. Read the rest of this entry »
Is Going To Your 9-5 Hung Over A Rite-Of-Passage Into The Adult World, Or A Throwback To College Stupidity?
Let me tell you something, data entry is not easy when all the keys on your keyboard are blurring together and you have a legitimate fear of throwing up all over your desk.
- They are the reason I was still drunk at work. Photo borrowed from RRR myspace.
But going to the Ra Ra Riot show at the Black Cat and drinking a lot on Sunday night was worth it. Maybe it is because they are good musicians…maybe it is because I love dancing…or maybe it has something to do with the fact that the members of the band and members of this blog went to the same college and we feel bonded to them somehow…whatever the reason, it was fun.
Girl Talk: The Most Mindblowing Party, Except for the Fact That the People Were Totally Busted
In actuality he was this really nerdy-looking kid with long, scraggly hair. Gross.
OK, so Girl Talk on Saturday was amazing. Every five minutes, there were props -glitter, balloons, bags full of air, confetti, toilet paper — being strewn into the crowd from the rafters. It was magical. Except the problem was that the crowd was composed of frat brothers, hoes and Capitol Hill-types. Half the crowd was onstage dancing along side the DJ, including this one busted bitch in red doing the most embarrassing whitegirl dance. I literally said, “Oh, God,” out loud and sort of pointed in her general direction, and the guy in front of me, who was apparently looking at her, too, said, “I knowwwwww….“. Thank the Lawwwdie all mighty I know how to shake my a$$. The music was great. The highlight is when he almost played “Music Sounds Better with You.” Almost.
–Mal
If There’s One Reason to Go to Eastern Market, It’s This…Especially If You Have $275 Burning a Hole in Your Pocket
Simpler times
As of 3:34 p.m., this “telephone bench” was still for sale. That means, you still have a chance. I’m not saying you have a good chance, but there’s still hope.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with telephone benches (I wasn’t either), yes, they are just what they seem. It’s a bench on top of which you put your favorite telephone. I’m guessing it’s circa 1940? I picture a man in a shirt and tie, parted hair slicked back with oil, smoking from a pipe and chatting with an associate (or a mistress?)
I was looking it over and a friendly, spark-plug-of-a-girl came along. She was maybe a little too friendly (one of those people who is so outgoing it sort of puts you off). “Wow, that’s so funky. I can’t get over it.” She did get over it because she eventually moved on to marvel at the fur coats, but that’s besides the point. Funky is definitely the best word for this bench I’d say. Not just anybody could incorporate it into their apartment. But I think, it could be a nice finishing piece in the right place.
But it’s probably already been snatched up. So I guess there’s no point.
Well, friendly girl, wherever you are, we’ll always have Eastern Market. I’ll never forget you. I love you actually.
-And
October Concerts: Whoa City This City Totally Rules Compared to Where We Were At for the Past Four Years
Diplo: He really does look like he's on assloads of drugs in this picture.
Chromeo: Oct. 4, 9:30 Club – Dance party part one.
Hot Chip: Oct 8, 9:30 Club – Dance party part two.
Of Montreal: Oct 9, 9:30 Club – I don’t give a shit about this band.
Girl Talk: Oct 10, 9:30 Club – Overhyped. See Diplo instead, if you want mashups.
Ra Ra Riot + Walter Meego: Oct 12, Black Cat – They went to my university.
Yelle: Oct 13, 9:30 Club – French high-pitched girl music. Not for boys.
The Notwist: Oct 15, 9:30 Club – Depressing.
The Secret Machines: Oct 16, 9:30 Club – I don’t care.
Diplo + No Age + Abe Vigoda: Nov 12, Black Cat – I wouldn’t miss this for the world. Unless I was scheduled at work, of course.
French Kicks: Nov 21, Black Cat – I know like, one song.
–Mal
The Only September Concerts in DC Worth Going to. Don’t Ask Us Why They’re All at the 9:30 Club. We Probably Won’t Go to Martha Wainwright.
Martha Wainwright, Sept 10, 9:30 Club: I saw a ballet in London, The Seven Deadly Sins, where Martha sang opera and it moved me to to tears.
Stereophonics, Sept 11, 9:30 Club: Not to be confused for Stereolab, Supergrass or any double-syllabic band name starting with the letter S.
Mogwai, Sept 17, 9:30 Club: I’m only going to this to figure out why they played at the Love Parade in 2006, a rave and techno festival in Berlin that I attended with my Asian mother.
The Dandy Warhols, Sept 22, 9:30 Club: I kind of don’t give a shit about their new album and I just want to hear “Bohemian Like You” and “Horse Pills” and the other eleven songs from Thirteen Tales from Urban Bohemia.
Stereolab, Oct 1, 9:30 Club: The only song I know is some song in French (found out there’s a German version of it, too) that goes something like, “Ooh whoo jem le mogh a twaaaah. So sexy crazy animal, se communiste..”
-Mal
Don’t Wear Flip-Flops to Gua-Rapo
Gua-Rapo, a hookah bar and lounge near the Court House metro, really need to get their act together. They had no problem with my flip-flops at 11 p.m. But by 12:30, my footwear had become a fashion offense. The bouncer wouldn’t let me back in when I stepped out to meet a friend. Luckily, I was one of the more attractive people in the bar, so they had no choice but to let me back in.
Overall though, I’d say Gua-Rapo has its merits. They pack a mean hookah, even if it is around $20 (the profit margin on hookah in this city is enormous). It’s a place for the business casual crowd to let their hair down. On the dance floor, there’s a fair mix of women who can shake their hips and men who want to watch; white people who can’t dance and don’t know it and some who do; and super grabby guys and women who love to be grabbed. Despite the breakdown, I was shocked to see that there were at least ten people who could lay down a mean salsa.
The food is good, not great–surprisingly inexpensive for a place with lights behind their liquor. I’d recommend the empanadas; you can get three (a trio) for around $8. They’re a little dry, but a stiff cocktail will fix that.
On Saturday night, the music was just what I needed. Nothing too obscure (it’s always refreshing when a DJ has enough confidence to play a little Justin Timberlake). It got my head bobbing, but didn’t drive me to the dance floor. But sometimes that’s the happy medium you need.
Gua-Rapo:
2039 Wilson Blvd, Arlington, VA 22209
Metro: Court House
Hours: Mon-Thu 5-10:30 pm Fri-Sat 5-11:30 pm Lounge: Thu-Sat 9 pm-1:30 am
-And
SHORTS VI: Oh, We’re Going! This Thursday at Asylum
Girls n' Ballzzzzz
I went to Shorts IV at Asylum on Adams Morgan and it was fantastic. Lots of gayboys in jorts dancing to Chromeo, fatties in shorts shaking their bootay up on the bar and six-foot black men lounging in the ball pit. Last time, I spilled my drink all over myself. Twice. It gets pretty packed in there, so chug everything down before you hit the dance floor.
–Mal
