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Monday, May 22, 2006

District of Booblumbia

Our trip to D.C. was fun, in large part due to the fact that we treated it as a weekend getaway rather than a shit!-I-have-to-work-and-pay-my-own-way kind of a thing (though the latter was what it really amounted to). My husband, the illustrious Booby*, made last-minute hotel arrangements in a relatively swanky chain located in D.C.'s gayborhood, drove us down on Friday night, took me for noshies and malt/hop-based beverages at the Brickskeller, took me for brunch at Afterwords, and, and, AND even walked me to the building I had to get to for work purposes on Saturday afternoon. I swear, for as much as he gets on my nerves, I do love that man, and I understand that I am a lucky woman to have found someone so sweet and so impervious to my rages. Not that those happen often, ha ha!**

Anyhoo, our late-night stop at the 'Skeller found us practically begging the waitstaff to bring us drinks, until finally Booby went and fetched from the bar. "Well, OK," said the barman, "But for the next round, you gotta order from the waitress!" No shit, dude, and don't you think we would've if she would come within ten feet of us? Also, thanks for realizing that you overcharged us by like, $15 for that heffeweissen. Luckily, a very sweet, but very drunk girl at the adjacent table came over to chat with me while Booby was at the bar, and she steered me to the correct waitron, whom I then cornered and menaced (well, really I just asked her for menus. But I only didn't menace her so she wouldn't loogie in my food). Sweet drunk girl then bought us a round of lemon drops as an apology for waving her butt in our faces while doing some booze-fueled country line dancing (she was quite talented; she had on high heeled boots and she didn't miss a step). She then asked if we were on our first date (ha!), asked when we were having kids (I decided to forgive her this faux pas, for how could she know this is a bad thing to ask? Aren't I magnanimous?), and told us she was an aerospace engineer. Booby didn't believe her, but she seemed sincere to me. And then, we had to wait so freakin' long for the chicken fingers I'd ordered that we got them for free (and they were delicious, because we were like starved hyenas in the Serengeti by the time they arrived. I even ate them with BBQ sauce, and I hate that stuff (I'd rather honey mustard, if you please).

Saturday we did the brunch thing, as referenced above, and I ask you, O Denizens of Our Capitol (or frequent visitors), what is up with the bad service in eateries? We asked for cream for our coffees about 4 times and never got it, plus the food arrived kind of cold. But whatevs, I had a good time anyway, and by some miracle I didn't think twice about it and skipped along my merry way (I was wearing new pants that I liked and looked good in, which sometimes make all the difference, really).

So now my complainy rant is over, even though for all my complaining I had a wonderful time. I hope you all had a fun weekend, the details of which I can read about in your blogs today!



*and likely reason for some of the pervier search strings that lead people here, although an innocent reference to "happy endings" in a recent meme brought someone Harridan-ward, looking for a "masseuse" in the area. Sorry I couldn't help you, dude. Might I suggest a RealDoll?

**Lies. I am on a near-constant PMS rotation, who am I kidding?

14 Comments:

At 4:58 PM, Blogger wordgirl said...

What you need is a change of scenery and a cold beer with four perfect strangers.
Coming up!

 
At 5:05 PM, Blogger Arabella said...

Booby's definitely a good guy. And a lucky one, too.

Mmmmmm.....cold beer with the ladies!

 
At 5:09 PM, Blogger Mrs. Harridan said...

I am definitely starting to feel the excitement. It won't be long now! Squeee!

 
At 8:11 PM, Blogger Tits McGee said...

What fun! Hooray!

I'm glad you had a good time, all things considered.

 
At 10:59 PM, Blogger Elizabeth said...

So let me get this straight-you got free drinks from a drunk, country line-dancing ROCKET SCIENTIST? That's funny!

 
At 8:40 AM, Blogger Fraulein N said...

Sounds like you had fun, despite the poor service. I never get any fun (read: pervy) search strings. Not that I want any!

Okay, yes I do.

 
At 12:50 PM, Blogger Mignon said...

Sounds fun, although bad service can really piss me off for an entirely too-long time.

So THAT'S where the rocket scientists go to line dance in D.C. I always wondered about that...

 
At 1:10 PM, Blogger DebbieDoesLife said...

Yeah, sure, do you know what an oxymoron that would be??? An engineer who can dance??? Think about it.

I gotta run before Mignon kicks me.

 
At 1:12 PM, Anonymous Jess said...

Bad service makes me crazy. At least you had good pants. Always helps. That and some fantastic shoes. And good hair.

 
At 10:56 AM, Anonymous TB said...

I love me some Brickskellar. Dupont Cir. is my favorite DC neighborhood!

I'm with you on the service thing. Since I waited tables for ten years, I'm pretty forgiving especially when I see someone is in the weeds, but still you got to pull it together.

 
At 12:10 PM, Anonymous Nancy said...

Crap, I didn't know you were going to be in my 'hood. I'd have tried to find ya!

Did you happen to catch the name of the drunken rocket scientist? Might very well be someone I know...

 
At 8:52 PM, Anonymous Nixie Knox said...

I dig D.C. Despite the poor service, it sounds like you had fun!

 
At 7:18 PM, Blogger Katherine said...

Oh, you crack me up! I've gotten really bad service in NYC, too!! I've determined it's because all the waitpersons are wannabe actors and feel it is way above them to have to wait on people even if that is their current albeit temporary job while waiting for The Big Break.

 
At 9:37 PM, Blogger Tits McGee said...

You still around, Mrs. H? I miss you! Hope all's well.

 

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