Having a great time in Washington DC with SHG. Really a good trip.
But I have just got to get this out of my system before my head explodes. After a great dinner at Annie's Steakhouse, we (5 of us) went to the secret bar (which I cannot tell you much about because, well, then it would not be a secret, would it?) and had many cosmos. We then decided to have a nightcap at Cobalt. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
First, there was a cover. Only $5, but I generally don't see the point in paying a cover unless there is a band. But it was a cool place in an old townhouse with two or three floors of thumping music, so hey, why not? We wandered into a sea of 20-somethings, all in jeans, assorted t-shirts, ugly shoes, and hair done up in fauxhawks. But nice scenery nonetheless.
I ordered two cosmos, and appletini, and a water. $30. Huh? What? Well, after I got up off the floor and rearranged my kilt from shock, I stood there waiting for my change when SHG's friend A tastes the appletini and lets out a good old fashioned "this tastes like shit!". That yielded no offer to remake or comp the drink and thus in turn yielded a $1 tip. Which in turn was left on the bar in disgust by the bar tender. Sorry, honey, you can't make a simple drink and you ain't all that you bitter DC queen.
BUT, we were all lit up and having fun, chatting, laughing, looking at the boys, etc. Then I get body-checked (it was not thatcrowded) from behind and got $3 of my cosmo on my shirt. Fuck. Oh well. Then comes the barboi. "You can't smoke in here." Huh? What? "You can't smoke in here." So SHG and I tossed our freshly-lit smokes on the floor and stomped them out, which yielded a look of horror. At that point we lost A upstairs in search of a smoking zone. Then the bass from upstairs starts vibrating the light fixtures above our heads. Oh my. So, it was clearly time to go home. So much for the nightcap. At least we were all still in a generally happy good mood. We should have kept the glasses.
