Coincidence That I Had To Sign A Non-Disclosure And Confidentiality Agreement The Day After My Last Post Was Published?
I think not.
In case anyone was wondering, that is why it was deleted.
Kal
Stussy@Adams Morgan: Yay!
I have no idea what this flyer is all about, but at least you know that they have a Fall 2008 collection.
I was watching a Wall Street Journal video and discovered that there’s a Stussy in Adams Morgan, which opened April of this year. YAY!
1781 Florida Ave NW
Washington, DC 20009
(202) 265-1155
Get directions
–Mal
Flashback Music Video: Crystal Waters “She’s Homeless” — Omigod, I Totally Forgot About This Song and It’s Awesome
I still have no idea how this got in my iTunes. Umm, sorry I couldn’t find the radio edit. Here’s the extended version, which is always better, anyway.
–Mal
Why Do They Even Bother Opening an American Apparel In Georgetown? People in D.C. Will Just Find a Way to Kill It, Anyway.
Nouveau Riche Sept 27 DC 9 Recap: I Sweated So Profusely That I Looked Unattractive
I don't know who the f this mfkr is, but he showed up in Google Images when I put in "Nouveau Riche."
I was sort of disappointed with my first Nouveau Riche experience — there were no throwbacks to any song that was remotely familiar. I know DJs hate that or whatever, but come on, man…just a little taste. A little Al Green tease, a little something something from A Tribe Called Quest. Anything! None, whatsoever. It was OK though, because everything was completely danceable — the songs climaxed and reverberated, ricocheted and dropped where necessary…you know, danceable.
Umm, the only problem I had was that it was so hot that my hair got soaked in sweat, my makeup melted off my face, my hair, which I had painstakingly straightened, frizzed out. I was wearing winter socks for some retarded reason, and that made my legs sweat, and my pants stuck to my inner thighs (gross).
I poured ice water into the air drunkenly, thinking that it would help cool everyone down, and this fat dude with a feral beard turned around and tried to talk shit. Dude, I was helping him. Ugh.
–Mal
Don’t Go to Prince Cafe Because They Totally Slapped My Friend’s Friend, So Go to Soussi
Go here...not the other devil place.
That’s basically the bulk of the message. Apparently, the owner of Prince Cafe in Adams Morgan smacked my cousin’s friend upside the head for refusing to pay for something, and so that’s why we, being me and Andrew, can’t go there anymore. However, many people recommend Soussi, another hookah bar just a bit further down 18th St, instead.
Me and And went to it last night and the hostess decided to give us very bad service for only ordering one hookah between us and nothing else.
-Mal
