Oh My Liver 2: The District is Drunk

I'm a little late posting this, but that's because of the staggering amount of alcohol I consumed on my weekend trip to Washington D.C., our Nation's Capitol.

I flew out on Friday, and Dan was nice enough to drive me to the airport. I bought him lunch.

The flight down was easy enough and DannyC came to meet me at the airport. We rode the Metro to his apartment and then headed out to the bar he had chosen for the birthday debauchery. It was this tiny bar in Arlington, that we basically took over. DannyC is a hasher (it's a drinking club that has a running problem, as he likes to say) and he know as lot of people through this club and they are drinkers. We had food at the bar, but the pitchers were flowing and there was karaoke, and shots, and more pitchers, and a birthday cake that ended getting smeared all over. All in all, a great time. DannyC got sick, and thankfully one of his friends drove us home, because I had no idea where we were and would not have been able to tell the cab where to go.

The next day we ended up sleeping in until 2PM. Dan was still drunk. We headed into Adams Morgan (a DC neighborhood) to have some lun...din..brea.. food. There was a party later that evening so mostly we just rested the rest of the day, as I had no need to do anything touristy, and Dan was just trying to recover from his hangover.

The party we went to was at some other hashers house. They were having a "Trim My Bush" party, where people brought ornaments to put on their tree, usually of an adult nature. I didn't drink quite as much, but did talk to some very interesting people.

Sunday we just kind of bummer around and watched part of the marathon of John and Kate + Eight that was on TLC. Dan rode with me back to the airport where he saw me off.

The weather was kind of crummy so the flight back was kind of slow and bumpy, and I had the misfortune of being seated next to a Welsh Christian evangelist of some sort who tried to talk to me about Jesus and Hell. I was not amused. Once I sprinted off the plane, I waited for my luggage. It was at this point, I really wished I had a small carry-on-able suitcase for weekend trips. I waited for over an hour before my bag finally showed up, shortly after I went to the luggage service office. Lani picked me up and I went to my parent's house to pick up Skippy, who had been staying there. I didn't end up getting home until after 11, at which point I decided against meeting up with Austin and company at The Deuce.

Continuing the drunken theme, I went to Augie's with Beckie and Ryan on Monday to celebrate Ryan's getting sworn in. $2 Molsons, $5 pizzas and $0.30 wings.

Tuesday was my normal Suby meet out in Novi at BW3s. More beers.

Wednesday was the Juno movie preview at the Maple Art. After the movie we went to the Redcoat for food and once again, beer.

None of that helps the cold I picked up any. Ugh.