GFY CSMF!

Oh man, this time last week, Carm was sitting on my couch, wondering if her luggage was ever going to arrive from BWI.
Luckily, between 3a.m. and 8 a.m., it did. Then we had a fabulous weekend, which included monuments, the pool and a night out on the town.

And what a night it was... it started with one of the most terrifying and aggressive cab rides ever. Thankfully, the driver was nice to us, he was just mad at everyone else. At one point, I turned to Carm and asked, "Uh, did he just say cocksuckermotherfucker?" Any question I had about whether he said that quickly disappeared as he continued to yell it for the rest of the ride at every car we drove by slash tailgated slash almost hit.

We arrived in Adams Morgan in record time. While Marky ate some ice cream, we relaxed with a classy beverage. Coors Light!


After hanging out for a bit in AM, we hopped a bus to U Street to go to Nelly's, a gay sports bar. Mr. Perfect was out of town, but I called our roomie to see if he wanted to me us there. This became a huge point of contention for the rest of the weekend as he claims the word gay was never used to describe the bar. I swear it was.

So he walks in and immediately thinks, wow, lots of attractive guys, this bar is really clean too, Carm must be psyched, great odds to meet someone!

--pause for laughter--

Then, as we were walking around, he was the only one that ran into anyone he knew. I don't know why, we couldn't really explain it, but it was the funniest thing we'd ever seen. Probably because it was seconds after he realized that it was a gay bar. IDK, there's no explaining it, it was just hilarious.

We settled in on the rooftop deck and were enjoying the handsome and friendly crowd and super cheap brewskis ($15 buckets of beer) when we made a new friend. Carm and I were talking to him for a while when he told us he liked our friend. Which one???
The jew in the polo.

My roommate. Who is neither Jewish, nor gay, but certainly the one in the polo.

Most straight guys I know (GDSean is a huge offender) are up for going to gay bars because they are totally convinced that they are so outrageously hot that guys will be hitting on them (read: free drinks) left and right. For my roommie, it was actually true. He was super popular. We decided it was a great place for him to go any time he was feeling low.

Meanwhile, Carm entertained herself with a trademark move. Telling strangers complete b.s. stories. (I was busy yelling CSMF. It rolls quite beautifully off the tongue. CSMF CSMF CSMF! Seriously. It's gotten stuck in my head a few times this week. Mostly while temping.) As soon as one of the gays complimented her amazing diamond ring (was her momma's) she launched into the story of how she was Marky's sister but Mom gave her the entire inheritance, including the ring.

This picture is gross, but see that man hand at the bottom?
That's our friend, grabbing for another look at the ring that almost ruined Marky & Carm's siblinghood (is that a word? is now).

Oh, wow, look how attractive my friends look! And... I'm... still yelling CSMF?? But through gritted teeth?

So the bar was a blast, had a great rooftop and cheap beers.

I have been trying to make it to Nelly's for a while, they have Drag Queen bingo on Tuesday nights. Now I know for sure that it's going to happen soon.

Unfortunately, Saturday was so much fun that Sunday was paralyzing. Seriously. I haven't felt that way in a long time. I think I saw my soul try to leave my body. Jillian was not pleased.

Carm, hurry back and let's do it again!