The Strangest Thing Happened the Other Day...

So the other night Elsie and I were walking to dinner. We were waiting to cross the street when a black BMW pulled up next to us. This is not unusual in DC. The window on the passenger side was rolled down, and the driver asked us for directions to 495, or any way to get to Virginia. This is also not unusual. Then it got a little weirder. The guy (who seemed a little strung out) asked if it was far, because he was almost out of gas. We told him no, not that far. He then decided to explain to us that he had no money for gas, and he was only in the city because his other car had been stolen. Being familiar with how things are in this city, I braced for the inevitable solicitation (which would be funny enough from a guy in a BMW as is). What came next was both bold and odd. He asked for $15 (bold) and then asked if "you smoke this?", holding out a little plastic bag filled with a dark substance (odd). We quickly said no thank you, and he pulled a little way out in to the intersection. Seeing that the light was red, he backed up a bit. He continued talking, and I ignored him, but Elsie tells me that he may have been trying to sell us "his" car. After realizing that we were not biting, he ran the red light (now that there were cars coming) and sped away with his little blue baggy (baggies?). Just another day in our nation's capital I guess.

The wait is unbearable, but the music is good

I have experienced a wait similar to this in the past, but it was not so small and black and... AWESOME. Waiting for built in batteries to fully charge for the first time is basically the worst thing ever. I never owned a game gear, but if I had, I would not have had to wait. Actually, I probably would have had to wait until my mom went to the store to get batteries. Which could have taken days. Which would have been worse. Nevermind. The point is, that Darth Vader now has a tiny, shiny black friend, and I am very excited. If Jefe gets his ass in gear, he will be as cool as me. If not, I will roll into his crew-meet(nerd-fest) next month as the baddest man in town. I don't know which to root for because on the one hand, I would pwn Jefe at his own "house" as the footballers would say, at an even where "pwn" is a very pertinent term. On the other hand, the more the merrier when it comes to drinking beer and playing multi-player DS games, right? I was thinking it would be fun to bring this down, unopened, so as to not have any previous experience advantage. I was hoping that I could keep typing until my new toy (name pending I guess) was charged, but I would need a lot more (read as: any) beer to get that many words out, and I have to work tomorrow. The ~3 hour commute sucks, but my little black friends make it more bearable (assuming that my new toy is as fun as the old one, which can now be devoted to full time Big Brain Academy and Brain Age for Elsie). I wonder, will people on the train look at me funny if I start yelling audibles into Madden 07? Would it help if I used my "headphones voice", as in, that loud talking you do when listening to headphones? I am sure to be listening to this song at some point, as it is awesome and I can't get it out of my head.

Oh Lord, That Was... Epic

Over the past weekend the true nature of the title of this blog was revealed to some (above). There were also several other varieties of Malt Liquor that descended upon us while on our way in to madness. Also bum wine. Also several varieties of beer, but those were more of a reprieve. After all of this, one thing can be said for certain. Wildcat malt liquor is the foulest form of malt liquor I have ever had. And I have had others in edition to what went down in the A-town, as they say. I have probably forgotten some, but after all that, it is probably a miracle I remember to breathe regularly. Malt liquor aside, there was much video gaming, food, and company to contribute goodness to the trip. Also, I hadn't stayed up til sunlight in a while. Good Times.