On Saturday, somehow I woke up too early and met up with the mammal, wes, angie and friends at Asylum. It was hot as balls outside. The mammal needed a cheerfest so I told her that she was in my hands for the rest of the day and that all her problems would be solved in two beers. We were going on a bar crawl down 18th street until we got to the bus stop. Bets and Jeremy had invited us over later that day for an AC party. The plan was to drink our way down to the bus stop, hop on the bus and sit in the AC.
Somehow, when making this plan, I forgot that most the bars are closed during the day. The only place open was La Fourchette, so we stopped in for a bottle of champagne. One of our favorite things to do in DC during the summer is sit outside and drink champagne - I mean duh, who doesn't love to do this?
We were only able to sit outside for twenty minutes (and that was pushing it) before we almost melted into our chairs. So we took the champagne party indoors. This is when the idea for whiskey watermelon was born. But, before we continued on to the AC party, the mammal had another great idea ---- to get matching tattoos. And thus our day REALLY began:
The mammal carried a watermelon.
We finally made it to the AC party. There was a lot of sitting, smoking, eating whiskey watermelon and um....
The mammal and I ended the day by sleeping in the guest room on NJ Ave.
1 comment:
dont you mean The Animal?
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