  I had a lot of fun this weekend. On saturday a coupla friends and I went to a DC101 (radio station in our nation's capitol) holloween party.
It was pretty cool, we didn't dress up or anything, but we all wore leather pants... I mean there's really no occasion otherwhen in the year to encase yourself in treated and dyed animal flesh, so you gotta take the opportunity when it arises.
Anywho, It was fun and I got trashed... naturally. But I was Ferris Beulering everything. I few hours into the party we were on the dance floor and some guy was carrying chicken to the VIP room. I made and "ooh, ooh" noise and pointed... so he stopped came back and let me swipe a piece. I don't know who that kind soul was, but I was never the same after that moment... ...And then I thought things couldn't get better, I had just scored some comp-fowl and there was a disco band that was really kickin'.
I was wrong. I go up to the band to try to request some Jackson five (a Jender and T-$$ staple when dancing), but struck out "No Motown he says... Try the DJ he says. " Well it was a big neg from the DJ too (actually I think he said yes, but I didn't hear it, 'cause... well you'll see why). So I'm on my way back to my friends when I see Giligan trying to get into the VIP room, and the bouncer stopped him.
Meanwhile I look all official coming from the DJ booth and everything, so I call out "No, that's Giligan let him in. " In the wake of my thrall the bouncer bends to my desire... then I just walk in. Now I've already had 5 beers at this point and there was free shit in VIP, bad combo for the T-ster. So I try to contact Jender via cellular technology, but nothin', thankfully they came in a little later when the bouncer stepped away for a pee break.
Meanwhile I'm sitting around with all these radio people, and I see Giligan and he's like "Dude, you got me in. " and I'm like "Go me! " So I end up talking to Diane from the Elliot in the Morning Show for like and hour. It must really suck to be them, 'cause they live hours of their lives in the public eye, and it must be taxing how everyone they talk to thinks they're like bestest frinds 'cause they ease the morning commute. But back to me I down like 5 more beers, and Travis is kicked. So I pile up a plate of wings and we head for the Metro. Now this is where I forget everything. I remember vaguely getting on the metro and making a fool of myself while I was on it.
I was told that I was telling everyone to get off "'cause Swank was too sexy. " Thank god for Nordstroms 'cause I strapped the handles of a shopping bag on my ears like a feed bag and yakked all the way from Vienna back to Jender's. All in all I had a blast, until sunday morning. but all y'all know what that's like. Late... 
