Weekend

Club Quarters DC was an excellent hotel, although somewhat overpriced. Small, clean, and neat, and in a fantastic location; but you’re paying a premium.

And lots of homeless people sleeping in the park across the street. I love our nation’s capital.

Butterfield 9 was fantastic (we were seated at the right-hand column in the home page picture). I noted that there was a fair amount of negative reviews of the place (esp. at washingtonpost.com, which seems almost impossible, given how good it was. Further proof of the Greater Internet Fuckwad Theory, with a side helping of YouTube Asshole Syndrome?

Eye Bar was … I dunno, hilarious? Massively pretentious; the club and the scene the singer is complaining about in “Paralyzer” (figuratively, not literally). Still, despite over-priced drinks and a DJ who was clearly a moron, it was some fan-fucking-tastic people-watching. But hey, they let us in at all, so clearly we’re young, attractive, and stylish, right?

“Planet Terror” was far more awesome than “Death Proof”.