Just some random thoughts based on recent observations.
1. Why do some people wear sunglasses indoors? Are they trying to look hip or pretending to be a federal agent? And at a Cici's restaurant no less!
2. Why do some extra large people wear extra small clothing? Exhibit A: the woman Scott and I saw after we had finished swimming laps at a local pool.
3. Why do some feel the need to wait several minutes for an elevator ride UP ONE FLOOR when they could walk up the stairs and arrive at their destination before the elevator even arrives? I understand riding up two flights, but one? Really? The stairs are much more convenient.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
It all started with a phone call
to Elliot in the Morning (a local DJ). See, Elliot was giving away chances to win a custom chopper from Hardcore Choppers here in VA. Scott said he was going to try to win a key; it wouldn't hurt to try.
There it was, about 9 AM on a Wednesday, and the phone rings; it was Scott, telling me he had just won (a key). I was shocked; what were the chances that he would get through? Apparently, even he was surprised; when they answered the phone at the radio station, they told him to stay on the line. Elliot was then going to pick one of the phone lines at random. So just getting through wasn't even a guarantee of a key! But, for whatever reason, Elliot picked Scott's line. Random! Guess God wanted Scott to have a chance at a chopper (probably because He knows we wouldn't be able to afford one).
Now flash-forward to yesterday, July 4, 2008. DC 101 hosted a July 4 bash at Sequoia's down in Georgetown. We weren't exactly thrilled about heading downtown on the 4th, but we knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Besides, after the giveaway, we could head back home (no, we didn't want to stay and watch the fireworks, even though the location was perfect. We simply didn't want to deal with the post-fireworks crowd... and we would have been bored waiting for the show to begin.).
So, as we walk up to Sequoia's, we immediately see the DC 101 tent next to the Hard Core Choppers trailer. After checking out some of their bikes, Scott checked in, we received our VIP wristbands (free food and beer... uh, what are we going to do with free beer?), and then we checked out the chopper.
The Chopper:
Then came the waiting. We arrived about 12:45, and the check in time for those who won a key was from 12-2. So we had to stay occupied until then. We walked around Sequoia and then wandered into the DC 101 VIP area for some free burgers, hot dogs, and drinks. What a good deal! Scott has an opportunity to win a custom chopper, we show up, and we don't have to pay for anything (except for the cost of my Metro ticket).
Until it was time for the drawing, we made ourselves comfortable at a table and simply people watched. And boy, were there some interesting characters. VA Tech perpetually wandered throughout the area, apparently trying to stay busy (he was by himself). He certainly didn't look like a biker; more like a gamer or someone who's more comfortable around computers. Then there was The Mess; she and her friends had to be early 20s, and their number one priority was getting smashed. Seriously. As she walked by, all tattooed, pierced, and clad in an unflattering turquoise dress, she emphasized the importance of not wandering too far because she didn't want to lose her buzz. At one point, a couple of girls at the next table over took a picture of The Mess and her posse because they were such a sight to see. And of course there were couples who were probably in the same boat as us; they just didn't seem to fit in with the party crowd (translation: this was definitely not our scene). Take, for instance, the 30-somethings who happened to have a baby. Or the 40-somethings who quietly nursed their Cokes instead of beer. At least we knew we weren't alone in the crowd.
Finally the time came for the drawing. Instead of giving everyone (all 100 people) a key, Elliot drew licenses. If he drew your license, then you were out. As he read off the names, Scott and I both grew more and more hopeful. Michael Patrick... Linda R... James ... Scott ... . Bummer. Scott walked up there and picked up his license. He had a good chance; he just missed the last 25.
Oh well. Had he won, he would have needed to have the bike re-painted anyway. And besides, it was a different (and enjoyable) way to spend the 4th.
There it was, about 9 AM on a Wednesday, and the phone rings; it was Scott, telling me he had just won (a key). I was shocked; what were the chances that he would get through? Apparently, even he was surprised; when they answered the phone at the radio station, they told him to stay on the line. Elliot was then going to pick one of the phone lines at random. So just getting through wasn't even a guarantee of a key! But, for whatever reason, Elliot picked Scott's line. Random! Guess God wanted Scott to have a chance at a chopper (probably because He knows we wouldn't be able to afford one).
Now flash-forward to yesterday, July 4, 2008. DC 101 hosted a July 4 bash at Sequoia's down in Georgetown. We weren't exactly thrilled about heading downtown on the 4th, but we knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Besides, after the giveaway, we could head back home (no, we didn't want to stay and watch the fireworks, even though the location was perfect. We simply didn't want to deal with the post-fireworks crowd... and we would have been bored waiting for the show to begin.).
So, as we walk up to Sequoia's, we immediately see the DC 101 tent next to the Hard Core Choppers trailer. After checking out some of their bikes, Scott checked in, we received our VIP wristbands (free food and beer... uh, what are we going to do with free beer?), and then we checked out the chopper.
The Chopper:
Then came the waiting. We arrived about 12:45, and the check in time for those who won a key was from 12-2. So we had to stay occupied until then. We walked around Sequoia and then wandered into the DC 101 VIP area for some free burgers, hot dogs, and drinks. What a good deal! Scott has an opportunity to win a custom chopper, we show up, and we don't have to pay for anything (except for the cost of my Metro ticket).
Until it was time for the drawing, we made ourselves comfortable at a table and simply people watched. And boy, were there some interesting characters. VA Tech perpetually wandered throughout the area, apparently trying to stay busy (he was by himself). He certainly didn't look like a biker; more like a gamer or someone who's more comfortable around computers. Then there was The Mess; she and her friends had to be early 20s, and their number one priority was getting smashed. Seriously. As she walked by, all tattooed, pierced, and clad in an unflattering turquoise dress, she emphasized the importance of not wandering too far because she didn't want to lose her buzz. At one point, a couple of girls at the next table over took a picture of The Mess and her posse because they were such a sight to see. And of course there were couples who were probably in the same boat as us; they just didn't seem to fit in with the party crowd (translation: this was definitely not our scene). Take, for instance, the 30-somethings who happened to have a baby. Or the 40-somethings who quietly nursed their Cokes instead of beer. At least we knew we weren't alone in the crowd.
Finally the time came for the drawing. Instead of giving everyone (all 100 people) a key, Elliot drew licenses. If he drew your license, then you were out. As he read off the names, Scott and I both grew more and more hopeful. Michael Patrick... Linda R... James ... Scott ... . Bummer. Scott walked up there and picked up his license. He had a good chance; he just missed the last 25.
Oh well. Had he won, he would have needed to have the bike re-painted anyway. And besides, it was a different (and enjoyable) way to spend the 4th.
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