Revolution Dance Party
Last night I met up with Troy and Tomoko at DC9. It’s a popular place to see indie rock bands, but every Friday they have a DJ, and they call it “Revolution Dance Party”. Apparently, music used to come on circular pieces of plastic, and there were ‘players’ that read the information off the plastic as it spun. Our historians are still unclear as to why. (…end mischief)
I’ve been hearing such wonderful things about DC9 - and when I told the gang at Reef I was headed over there, they were jealous: Kim even predicted I would wind up at BCB (ahem… Ben’s Chili Bowl. Where a sign on the wall proclaims that Bill Cosby can eat for free). But DC9 was pretty lame. It didn’t strike me as a particularly cool place to hang out. Also, being August, there were only about five drunk girls dancing. Very pathetic. In addition to some very good music videos for bands I like but had never heard of, they were playing old episodes of “Wonder Woman” on the video screen. I suppose we can tally one for the plus column.
I haven’t seen either Troy or Tomoko since Texas, so I showed off some of the Texas pictures left on my camera. That was probably everything - since I upgraded the memory card, I’ve never run out, and why would I bother deleting anything?
After one drink, we took off in search of food. I was under the impression that all bars were legally obligated to serve food in DC, but the bartenders claimed total ignorance of a menu. This lead us to the aforementioned “BCB”. (Kim’s prophecy was fulfilled!) Mmmm… Chili cheese fries and a Coke. And then, the two of them are complaining they can’t finish and sawing off bits of half-smoke to pile on top of my fries. Pretty good deal. It even prevented me from drinking too much later - I was too queasy for another whiskey!
I closed out the evening back at the Reef. The Friday DJs are good - even though it’s hip-hop, which isn’t exactly my forte. I had a little whiskey, and a lot of water, did some good people watching, met some folks for a change - one bartender’s non-bartender girlfriend, one of the guys from Asylum making his first visit on Carina’s recommendation, who turned out to be pretty cool. We even started conspiring to laugh at the drunks. I suspect Carina worries I’m too much of a loner, and she’s always happy when she sees me making friends. Part of the charm could be that it’s such an awful place to attempt it some nights. It’s so easy to feel like everybody has been infected with some space virus a la Invasion of the Body Snatchers and the truly cool people are struggling to blend in so they don’t get infected too.
Posted by Evan Bittner Sun, 19 Aug 2007 00:02:00 GMT
