...That was the opening line to the rogue cab ride that ended our evening last night. It was POURING rain and as expected, no cab drivers wanted to pick us up (why the FUCK are DC cab drivers so fuckin stuck up?!?!). we finally got picked up by some dude in a black nissan (he was from some one of those countries in Africa). he was sitting at his house in alexandria and decided that he should try to make a few extra bucks by bringing drunk people home from adams morgan (tara says "he could've gotten in _major_ trouble." ...it's true). i told him he was quite the entrepeneur.
it was a fantastic birthday w/ fantastic folks. i wish more opals could've been there, but it was quite opalistic (sans bistro du coin). the evening started at lucky bar (at 5:30pm) and rocked itself through to gazuza, then chief ike's (where i love to party-- so does tara) and then to the post-bar binge of 2000 calorie pizza mart pizza (bigger than your head, yo). tara, in fact, walked halfway through adams morgan w/ her stilletos in her hands instead of on her feet (mad respect to a girl who wears heels and even more to a girl who's not afraid to take 'em off). tara says "i probably have some horrible fungus now, or probably caught VD --even though that's not possible." geoff says "what's VD?"
that's it for now every opal. we love you.
co-posted by: Geoff and Tara, "we aim to entertain."
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let's celebrate MY birthday at a literal "bistrot du coin" ... the one around the corner from me.
sans pizza (unless its gluten-free).
come to paris, you can eat crepes instead. and, depending on what you order on those thin sheets of dough, it could equal 2000 calories (but we won't discuss it, just cherish it).
ps: you succeed in the entertainment category.
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