January 1, 2005
2004: The year in whining, Part II
I wanted to finish up June through December yesterday, but I've been one sick SOB of late. So now that I've popped some Tylenol and got some chicken soup on the stove, I'll do the best I can to sum up the year as best I can in my convalescent state.
June: I tried to be respectful when Reagan died, seeing that he was a predident, husband, father and whatnot, but sometimes you need to stand up to the re-writing of history. I won't get into all the gory details you've heard before, but I was glad when the ceremonies finally ended. Fer chrissakes, I haven't seen that many white people on a Washington street since Shania Twain played at the MCI Center. Of course, there's always room for one more potshot.
June was also a month for rocking out, with McLusky and Franz Ferdinand playing on successive nights, keeping me from seeing !!!, who was also playing two local gigs that weekend. After a slow musical start to the year, when it rained, it poured. A note in retrospect: McLusky is from Wales, not Scotland. The song "Born in Cardiff, Raised by Wolves" should have been a dead giveaway.
And six months later, I still haven't ordered the plaque for The Spiro Agnew Blogging Center and Pit Beef Palace.
I suppose I am one of those people who are very sensitive to the weather, since I went out a whole lot in June. Remember the "T as in 'I pity the fool'?" I didn't. That's what you get for being clever.
July: Geezers needed excitement to kick off the month, and they got it when Dizzee Rascal and the Streets played the 9:30 Club on the 1st. When I start a band, I too will have booze dispensers welded right to the drumkit.
Quote of the month: You know the evening has taken a turn for the worse when the sun's down and you're in the Golden Triangle.
There doesn't seem to be any specific post on my July 4, but it was quite a barnburner, involving three quadrants (sorry SW), three houses, two bars and, of course, that great symbol of American hegemony: the jumbo slice. Frat boys peed off roofs, kids shot off fireworks in protected airspace, brats were consumed in a house entirely full of people from Indiana (and me) and sweaty fun was generally had all around. I haven't had so much Natty Ice since.
Even in the sweltering heat, people with bowties were still annoying.
July was a big month for DCSOB with the posting of the first SOB of the Week feature, ensuring that inconsiderate people the city over know that someone, somewhere, was pissed at them. Washington has since seen a marked decline in asshat behavior.
August: It sucks to be stuck at work in your city all summer, so I saved my pennies and booked a cheap-ass flight to Boston, right in the middle of the Democratic National Convention. It was as if I was with the same D.C. people in a different town. Strange. But I did get to see some old college friends, watch lesbian duet kareoke in a smoky Irish bar and sit on a very dirty beach. Rock.
People with summer birthdays never got cupcakes at school, but they do get to have a nice day during which they can be entertained by their friends. Unless, of course, the roller rink you go to decides to f*ck you over.
And:
- Jews for Jesus descend on the city.
- American Idol tryouts, among other things, piss me off.
- But the state fair kicks ass.
Posted by rj3 at January 1, 2005 3:09 PM
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