Buying a Super Bowl. Washington Redskins

First: a disclaimer. I hate the Redskins. Although I hate more NFL teams than I like. So you see this is obviously a very biased opinion and I make no apologies for it.
During the beginning of the Free-agency period, the Redskins went out and made some POWER moves. Obtaining what I will concede as the most talented receiving corps in the NFL next year is amazing. Returning to your washingotn redskins is Santana Moss, a speed reciever with amazing catch ability. Brandon Lloyd, San Fran's only shining star from last season is just plain outstanding. FedEx field will be due to see some amazing catches from this guy. Randel El I'm a bit pissed about since there was so much talk about him going to my Chi-town Bears. The Tight End situation is amazing as well. Posessing an already a talented TE in Chris Cooley is great, but securing TE Christian Fauria from the Pats seems unfair. The only downfall here? Ego. Santana Moss is going to share catches with four other men. Brandon Lloyd knows he's good; he made the highlight reel with just ludicrous catches from a very young Alex Smith. Randel El has played Speacial teams, can throw and run, and oh yeah, he can catch. He's a massive weapon. but will he be able to join ANOTHER receiving Corps where he is not highlighted himself? Look at his old crew and how long they stayed together? PLexico, Hinz, and Randel could only share for so long beofre ego gets the better part of you. Major problem? You still have Mark "bubble gum arm" Brunell throwing to you. You cant buy a ring, or a trophy, or a cup in any sport. Ask Steinbrenner.

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4 white people in the rain...walking with...a Mexican!

For those of you who haven't seen "Dave Chappelle's Block Party," I am not racist but have stolen a line from that movie and adjusted it for my purposes. For those of you who know me, you know that basically that is how many of my conversations work.

So yesterday Josh, Adriana, and myself met up with Josh's friend Fred from Cali and his girlfriend Deanna. Twas a beautiful day when we met up rather serendipitously walking along 7th street. We walked over to ESPN Zone. As a side note, super booths at the ESPN Zone--to eat in any other way is just silly. But back to the story, we were eating, visiting and talking stories (you could definitely tell Fred and Josh are friends, they both give a story quite a set up). So when we were leaving we had a minor celebrity sighting--Screech the Washington National's Eagle! So of course the boys went up to him like giddy little girls and asked if they could take a picture with him. Yes Jon I know, Josh sports mascot cheated on you. I'm sorry.

Fred and Deanna had taken a 6 hour Tourmobile tour earlier in the day so there really wasn't much to show them that they hadn't seen. So we ended up walking over to Chinatown and Union Station. After Union Station we decided to walk over to Capitol Hill. Another aside, why do people from the West coast find fireflies so fascinating? Yes, myself included. But anyways...as we were walking along the sky began to look rather ominous; the sky was grey and purplish and there was the occasional bolt of lightening. However, we made the fatal mistake of still thinking that we could stroll ambly along because of course we weren't going to get caught in the rain for the simple fact that we didn't want to be as it would be rather inconvenient (one umbrella amongst the five of us). As with most instances where people smugly think that the elements will wait to exhibit its wrath until they are warmly inside, sitting by a crackling fire, drinking hot cocoa, the rain came down on us as it did on Forest Gump in Vietnam. We were right around the Supreme Court and our destination was the Capitol South metro. But don't think we were those people who were running from awning to awning, we were strolling along laughing, cause it just had to be funny. Oh and guess who was wearing a white tank top? Ramona Quimby herself. But I did discovered that there comes a point when you get so soaked that you just can't get any more wet. [Insert dirty joke here].

So finally destination in sight, our salvation, the bright glow of the metro M. However, as you know, the Capitol South metro has no covered area and it was pouring down rain on the escalator--water on electric stairs??? But as they say in the 'hood, it was all good. Waiting on the platform for the train, we rang out our clothes, emptied the sloshy water out of our shoes, and felt proud when we could find any piece of our clothes that happened to be dry. After making a very inappropriate wetback joke to Josh we got on the metro and thus said goodbye to our damp companions.

Lessons to be learned: nature does not like tourists; while being soaked by the rain is inconvenient, it is kind of sexy; and the recap so far in the pardy boyz vs. the elements--elements 2, pardy boyz 0

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Whats my thing?

So Jen has the retaurant reviews. Vinnie has all the pictures that he takes of us.i was thinking what's my thing? what could be a recurring theme in my blogs to make this interesting? I referrred to on of those "Do You Know Me?" surveys the question? whats my favorite food. the answers? resoundingly, over and over, BEER. so here it is my review ofr happy hours in DC.
Please keep in mind that generally I work alot right now, so youre getting monday happy hours in the future. This time around you'll get a happy hour on a.....Saturday. Now by and large, happy hours on saturdays are unheard of, but in a tucked away corner by the capitol building is a great one. OH yeah, so it s not my story unless you get a good story set-up. Its a saturday after a birthday party.. I think. I was awasted yo. and ramona and I are sitting on the train to go see my friend KAt for soem reason. and my love for the CityPaper brings us to a large add for happy hours on saturday at a Place called
MY BROTHER's PLACE.
the deal? 15 bones gets you all you can drink domestic brew and house vinos from 9pm to 1 am.
worth it? for a saturday its awesome. its metro accessible via a small walk from union station, archives, and a longer walk from capitol south.
where? 2nd and constitution, nw
the atmosphere? so its an old converted rowhouse nextdoor to the flying scotsman, tucked in between the washingotn gas company and another city building. the DMV I think. you pay your 15 cranks at the door wioth a show of ID. they do have a little ATM insode so you good to go. upon entering, its a quick left in the stairwell to the main bar. theres a jukebox in the back which i dig because you can pick your own music if they dont have aDJ. no worries though, because generally the DJs are all request DJs. unless of course you pick Whitney houston singin I will always love you or some shit. keep it lively people. its called happy hour for a reason.
Immediatley upon entering I looked back at the guy that checked my ID. surely most of the people inside were not born before return of the jedi was made. so if you hate young'ns, this is not the spot for you. Its a sports bar with some good muchies and generally sportscenter is on if theres no game. They will default to Texas sports teams if one is playing, but they will play all the big games.
I was drun(as I amm wont to do) when they started pulling the bar tables out of the main bar area to make room for a little dancing. the music also changed from good rock bar sing-a-longs like AC/DC into Fiddy. It was alright since I was with the Pardyboyz. The bathrooms are a little sketchy, but adequate. there was generally no creativity in the bathroom grafitti, only the cliche but classic "for a good time call" lines. overall, it was good times. if theres nothing else to do on a saturday and want to save some loot, but get drunk at the same time, take a metro to my brother's place. great for after the ball game during the summer too. I've never been during the week. my disclaimer, I party with the Pardy boyz, and we bring our own party. if your not haveing fun, check the crew you roll with. maybe it's time to look into getting new friends.
MY BROS. PLACE=I'll give it 3 out of 5 nices.

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Restaurant Review- Neisha Thai

We recently decended upon Tenleytown to partake in the local fare. We had choosen Neisha b/c I had been there once before and enjoyed it immensly. Upon entering you are strucken with the odd sense of being in Bedrock. There are cheap decorations, I suppose to look like you are dining on a mountain in Thailand, but it really just looks like the Flintstones will be your dining partners that evening. We were seated quickly in semi-comfortable chairs and given the extensive menu. Not much of a beer selection, but a full bar and lots of yummy cocktails. I got a Mango something or other and it was delicious. Like a mango smoothie with liquer. Corey got a Sex on the Dock, or something like that (not beach, but something else) and it was yummy, just not as yummy. We chose an appetizer that we couldn't pronouce, but it was a pork dumpling of sorts with a great garlic soy sauce. They were just ok, Corey was pleased b/c they tasted very different than appetizers you may get at other places. Corey then ordered a Sweet and Sour fish, and I the salmon in banana leaves.
The entrees were delivered and they were huge! Note to the wise, order one entree and split it! The sweet and sour fish was two whole filet of mystery fish breaded and topped with a sweet and sour sauce and smothered in pinapple. I didn't think it would be that good from the looks of it, but it was full of spices and flavor. My dish was fantastic. The salmon was topped with wierd herbs then covered in banana leaves to be cooked. The plate was shared with grilled tomatoes, asperagus, squash, and eggplant. It was served with a chili-lime sauce that you could spoon on yourself. Very delicious! The prices were good. For all that, plus a 2 meals to take home since the portions were so big, was 60$. But you could easily choose some of the less expensive dishes, like rice and noodle dishes, for only 8$!! Of course, Corey and I chose expensive dishes...
Anyway
would I eat there again? Definitly
overall rating? 4 out of 5 nices.

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Restaurant Review

So I'm starting a new theme, of information you should know. Included in that theme are reviews of restaurants, movies, books, etc. Here is the first in the series, feel free to post along.

Hanks Oyster Bar.
Located on 17th and Q next to Fox and Hounds.

I never noticed this quaint little eatery before, even though I walked it's streets countless times. Once Corey and I noticed the place we had been dreaming of Oysters. And Bar. And Hank. So we ventured there today.
The seating area is small, but there is a nice patio for outdoor dining. Silly thing to know is that they won't seat you until the entire party is present. Even if the entire party is 2 and there is no one else around.
Once seated they give you a happy little dish of Goldfish brand crackers. Yummmm....
The menu is short on food and beer, long on wine. Beer is limited to Yuengling, Hooegarden, and 2 others. The food is a mixture of meat, ribs and such, and fish specials. Not a whole lot of oysters. The full entrees are 15-23$ and the sides/small platters are 2-12$. We chose the Pine nut and carmalized onion stuffed Rainbow Trout, a side of Mac and Cheezy, and a side of garlic and tomato mussels.
The mussels came first and were delicious as they were plentiful. I would go there just for a glass of wine and thee. yummm....
Then we waited for what seemed like a very long time for the rest of our food. The place had gotten quite crowded by then and it looked like there was only one waitress. Of course if we weren't in a hurry we wouldn't have minded, but alas, Corey had school.
Finally the fish and the mac and cheese arrived at the same time. They both seemed like they had been sitting, waiting for our overworked waitress for some time. Not cold, but not fresh out of the frying pan either.
The mac and cheeze was good. Not enough cheese for Corey's taste, a little too dry for mine, but edible.
The fish was better, but would have been better piping hot. The skin was left on and was deliciously crispy and the onions were also carmalized goodness. Worth the 18$? Nah.
Overall for an entree, 2 sides, and 3 beers it was 50+$
Worth it? Nah.
Would I try it again? Probably.

Overall rating? 3 out of 5 nices.

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New Pardy house

So Ive been searching for a new home. My lease is up in August, and I havent been feeling very welcome in the house I live in for some time. So, upon getting my new job, I've been house searching in DC. I'm sick at the thought that I actually dropped 12 large on rent this past year. I haven't been too worried at this thought since it was pretty much all on your dime(thanks) as it was included in my housing allowance.
The places I started looking was in my much traveled haunt of capitol hill. However, much to my disappointment, most of the homes in the area are going for a million dollars and more without breaking a sweat. The area that is affordable is bullet dodging Southeast. this is like living in Compton or some John Singleton film. so i bypass this prospect. What is pretty cool however is Ive found a few cool houses that are in my price range, and if i had a credit history, Id be good to hook. So Im waiting to get some paperwork back on a loan so I can move the hell in, and have my own place. Its in Southeast, but a good part. Or at least a part thats affordable, and safe. or at least safe by DC standards. Which is a sad commentary in and of itself. If I get the house I want we'll be able to have cool Karaoke nights, cocktail hours before happy hours, and another safe house across the Metro DC area. Safe house? oh yeah. adding to the list of safe houses already established in:
Dupont Circle
Alexandria, VA
By having a home closer to RFK, we create a Bermuda Trianlge of coolness. Add Shila and her friend's house out in Ballston, and it's a sweet diamond.

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Tales from a lobster..

Sigh..its happened again.
I foolishly left the apartment with out my armor on, and the great shining ball of gas has attacked me unprovoked. Perhaps she simply did not like my gumption. My foolhardy defiance to her obviously greater power. As I sat on a beautiful June day surrounded by my friends, delicious BBQ, savoring the wonder that is cheezy-poofs, I was unwittingly being burnt by that yellow goddess. Although the thought of applying chemical protection did cross through my mind, not once, but a few times, I was loathe to be "that girl". Perhaps if my friends were a bunch of Irish Catholics, but alas, they consist of a Filipino, a Mexican, and Hawaiian, and hmmm...Jon? Chrissy?Kasey? Where is your attack from the sun? Sigh. This is how I know it is a personal feud between the sun and I.
I find solace in knowing that Corey was not spared. Perhaps the sun has been angered by my attempt at happiness and is trying to alter Corey's DNA by her radiating light waves. You think you know pink burns, but do you know purple burns? That awe-inspiring shade of red that is so dark it looks purple in most lights. The color that tells you that the sun has intimately penetrated deep in your skin without so much as a kiss. Actually, she has given me the kiss of death, this time. Here is my list of the worst places to be burnt, pain wise
1. Lips. And shes done it again
2. The part in your hair. Trying brushing your hair then!
3. The tops of your feet. Always itch and no shoe is comfortable
4. Butt.

Thankfully I never leave the bathroom without covering my face in chemicals, so while my face will remain youthful and wrinkle-free my shoulders and chest will be age spotted, wrinkly, and droopy. Just promise not to stare.

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The Day of Rest

For the rest of you maybe. Me, I'm at work. and it was such a beautiful day. worse part is...well, I actually dont know how bad it is, but theres no windows where I work. Would I be more depressed about being stuck at work if I could actually see how beautiful the day was outside? Or would I be happier not seeing the day, and subscribe to the "out of sight out of mind" school of thought?
I do know this: My new co-worker sucks. Not because she actually sucks, but because she works part time iun the military, and has "Drill wekends" which means someone has to fill in for her ont hsoe days. Step in your faithful Suuperfudge to fill in the hole. Normally, this wouldnt be so bad, But the dude I have to work with is an ass. He is wound entirley too tight for a job where most of our time is spent watching movies duringt he weekend. My Job is not unlike Homer simpson and George Jetson... Its that easy. Yet, this dude cant handle the minute stress involved. sitting withthe guy for eight hours a day is stupid. normally I dont have to work with the dude, but like I said, someone has to work if she doesnt. You can catch her blog here:
http://crazygirlcity.blogspot.com/ she's pretty cool, and keeps it pretty current.

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There's Nothing Like a Pride Parade to Make You Feel Homosexual.

I don't know the feeling that overcomes all those in the general vicinity of the parade but apparently it's infectious. There is just this good vibe beeing transmitted and like a helpless radio you have no choice but to receive and shout out "HAPPY PRIDE!" which afterwards you look around and wonder what just happened. I tell you it's like mind control.

Is there a gay Charles Xavier compelling the people to be more gay than they are? Was there a steroid needle beeing passed around that boost one's gayness and make them super? Perhaps. I can only present you this evidence. Is that Wonder Woman I see? Like Corey said "There's nothing like a Pride Parade the make you feel homosexual" Every mild mannered gay men were turned supergay (and to a lesser degree, a slightly less mild mannered gay guy).

At the end though, when the last escorting police car passed by, the proverbial feel of kyrptonite was felt pass through the throng. Everyone knew the parade was over and they were back to their regular gay life. But there's always next year.

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Dollar Taco

The Dollar Taco. How can you resist? Here are some of our friends enjoying and apparently finishing their food. The taco had no chance! I believe we got a total of 28 of the sweet sweet manna - a blessing indeed.

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It didnt end

OK, so the billboards for the re-release of "The Omen" are all 6-6-06, with upside down crosses for the dashes. There were all kinds of conversations about the end of the world and armageddon, ragnarok, or whatever. I decided it was a good day to get on a plane. I flew out of LAX from gate A13. I sat in row 13. I sat next to a little girl with a pillow shaped like a black cat. The cab I got in was yellow cab number 0666. When I got out of the car, a black cat crossed my path. The world is still here. Sadly, I was hoping for a little of the armageddon. I wouldnt have had to come to work today. but alas, we're all here still, and I'm working mad hours. I hate my boss, so i suppose I'm part of a tradition of the American Work force who cant stand their supervisors.
In other news...I've got a rad girlfriend with red hair which only propegates my belief that my life seems to follow that of Charlie Brown more and more. Love you Ramona Quimby, age 8.

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