This is the first of a multi-post brain dump that I've been meaning to do for sometime. Let's just say, if I didn't get it out now, my head asplode. Forgive me for the delay...
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(From a few weeks back)The roommate and I approached the doors of my favorite
city lounge at the cusp of midnight. We were startled by the lengthy line of well-dressed nightwalkers that had formed at the entrance. The doors were firmly closed, but the anxious patrons patiently waited for the momentary opening from the bouncers.
The roommate looked at me puzzled and she whispered, "We're never going to get in now, you know?"
I replied with a snark, "Of course we aren't," while pulling out my golden ticket of a cell phone.
I made the call, and the door promptly opened. Familiar faces flagged us in from the entry way. As we walked up, I noticed the line of club hoppers all turn their heads towards our way. If I remember right, someone from the crowd yelled
"Hey, wait your turn!"
I looked over slighty to catch a glimpse of a group of manacing twenty-something guys all steering my way. I grinned a bit, then turned to the bouncer to give the universal 'Dap' of a handshake and escorted us in.
Along the way up the stairs, the roommate looked at me and quizzed, "What the hell was that?"
"What the hell was what?" I asked coyly.
"I don't know what the hell just happened there," she replied. "But let me tell you... that was better than sex!"
"Wow... sucks to be you."
I immediately felt the quick slap over her hand upside the back of my head...
Fast forward a bit...
Some friends and I are all sitting around a coffee table in the gold room, nursing a set of mixed drinks. The
special guest DJ for the night was incredible and the lounge mood, while always dead-on, was simply fantastic. With light coversation focused on new music of interest and recent travels from everyone in the party, I noticed a manager friend wave me over from across the room. I excused myself and headed his way.
"Hey man... get this," he asked. "Have you remember Cheers?"
"Like, the TV show, Cheers" I reply. "Of course."
"Yeah yeah... do you remember
Woody Harrelson from that show?"
"Yeah dude, he was in White Men Can't Jump either. What's the deal."
"Look over to the table next to you guys," the manager motioned. "He's sitting right over there, with a baseball cap."
"Whaa..." I look. "Damn, that's him. Freaking ridiculous man. Thanks for the heads up."
I head back to the table and quiz my friends, much like the manager quizzed me. Once they noticed who I was talking about, some of the ex-hippie friends of the group were quick to add...
"He's probably out in DC for some
NORML event or something... let's go say hi!"
And that they did, chatting briefly with Woody and the rest of his entourage. Surprisingly, the guy was a nice fellow. They kept it short, but it was enough to set us spinning for the night.
Eventually, I found out that he was out in DC for some
other business. Regardless, it was nice to party like a rock star for a night.
