Tuesday, March 4, 2008

WEEKEND RECAP

thursday:

Dallas Stars Game. Brad Richards traded in from Tampa Bay. 1st game. 5 assists. I think he's the real deal. Apparently he has the record for game-winning goals in a playoff series. I was like, "wtf, fluke LOL". Nope. Natural center, great vision, good hands, and makes his teammates BETTER. A rare quality. I'll be watching

Mark Farina @ Ghostbar. My favorite house DJ comes to the ritzy ultralounge atop the W Hotel, conveniently located right next to my apartment complex. Even better, the party host comped me a bottle of Grey Goose and got us a table. $300 value. BALLA. We left the hockey game, annihilated Red Bull and Vodka at the apt, walked over & jumped the line at GhostBar, and rolled 15 strong to our private table at the edge of the dance floor. Awesome -- especially because GB is super-snooty and exclusive, exactly the type of place that I turn my nose up at...unless Mark Farina is there, garnished w/ a free bottle. I own that place on Thursdays. Bless you, Red Bull & Vodka.

friday

Pain at work. Like, all day. Damn you, Red Bull and Vodka.

Kaskade @ M'inc. Delicious deep house madness at the re-engineered "Men Inc". Yeah, it's a gay club most of the time. Yeah, probably a third of the men there knew what other men taste like. BUT...gay people are more fun to party with than straight people. They dance harder, drink more, talk more, and generally have a better time. We theorized that it was because of the homogenous mindset of both parties -- dating the same gender is EASY, because both people want the same thing. You don't have to play the Game (aka Martian-to-Venetian translation). Sounds like less fun to me. Anyway, the vibe was much better at this show, even if the music was only 95% as good. The crowd bumped, Kaskade's track selection was decent, and his mixing was A+. I got crunked, and found $40 on the floor on the way out. WIN.

saturday

Ran errands, bought some RollerBlades, taught Kim some moves, and went to a hypnotist/comedy show in Arlington. Not as informative as I thought it would be, but still entertaining. The hypnotist had excellent induction methodologies, and correctly chose his subjects from the audience, and had HILARIOUS stunts for them to do (smelling phantom smells, hearing phantom sounds, acting like a policeman, pole dancing / chippendale dancing, singing, spanking people, humping random people in the crowd, thinking the crowd was in their underwear) -- but his poor co-ordination with his audio guy gave the whole show a stop/start feel. Wait for the music, wait for it, wait for it....zzzzzzzzzzz. On the plus side, watching a girl rip off her blouse and be convinced that her titties are filling up with helium is GOT DAMN FUNNEH. ("help! i'm floating! get me down!")

sunday

Lazed / cooked / cleaned. Defended my champion belt in chess. I'm better than ever at this game -- I wonder if poker has had some effect on it? Possibly it's just greater experience and familiarity with certain situations. Still refuse to read a book or do any classical learning on the subject -- the only game that I have ever denied myself outside information on.

poker

NONE. Go me. Back on it this week.
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