So on Saturday morning I got up at the buttcrack of dawn because it was time to take the CISP exam. CISP stands for Certified IRA Services Professional. It was a 150 question exam and we had 3 hours to complete it. I finished in an hour and a half. There was one incorrectly worded question that i pointed out to the exam dude so everyone is now going to get one free question right.
Angela showed up to the exam about half hour late. I am surprised that they let her take the exam at all. She wasn't even taking the same exam I was since she works for a credit union. Their exam is OPEN BOOK! sheesh, who can't pass an open book exam. She told me later that she got bored looking up the answers in the study book and just started guessing all the answers.
After the exam I took a quick walk down King ST to take some pictures while it wasn't raining. I had to be back by the end of the exam because some of the dudes wanted to go into the city to check out the memorials and buildings after the exam before they got on their planes to go home.
So I got back in time and they were all downstairs in the lobby waiting to check out of the hotel. I told them to put their luggage in my room and they could pick it up before they go to the airport (reagan national was less than 10 minutes away on the metro). They said the person at the desk told them they could check their luggage in at the airport and then come back when their flight was leaving. The person at the desk was wrong. The dudes couldn't leave the airport after they checked their luggage in so they had to stay at the airport all day.
So el guapo had to go into the city all by his lonesome. It was cool though. I walked all over that goddam city. My feet were killing me. And it was hot and muggy too so I got all sweaty. Blah!
The best part about walking around DC was stumbling across the National BBQ Championships. WooHooooooooooooooo! BBQ! YUMMMY YUMMY YUMMY!
I ate so much food there yo! I had pulled pork sandwiches, ribs, corn, more ribs, brisket sandiwch, more ribs, chicken. Oh I was in monkey heaven. I had to eventually leave to go check out a few more sites. I had promised one of the dudes that I would take pictures of the Vietnam Memorial so I had to go find it. It was a long walk out to the memorial from the BBQ place. After that I had to walk to the Smithsonian metro station because I had to get back to my hotel early.
It took forever to get to the metro station and I didn't get back to the hotel until close to 7pm. I was going out with Angela that night and I wanted to get back by 5pm so I could take a nap but that wasn't going to happen.
So I right as I got to the room Angela called my celly cell to work out the details. She didn't want to leave for the club until like 10:30 or 11pm which was fine by me. That gave me enough time to shower, change, go grab some dinner and then get back to the hotel.
So I did all that good stuff. I put on my smoothest outfit because everyone that talked about this club that we were going to said you had to dress to the 9's in order to get in. They wouldn't stop talking about how perfect you had to look. So I had my shoes shined, my black slacks on, my white button up shirt with the silver pin stripes. I was dressed to kill.
So Angela picks me up and she drives us to the club, DREAM. The neighborhood it was in was hella ghetto. It was literally surrounded by the projects. And all the ghetto peepz were out on the street trying to extort money from people driving through their neighborhoods. They were charging people $10 to park on public streets! As if paying them would somehow insure your cars safety!
Anyway, Angela was friendly with one of the bouncers so we got in for free. hmmm...So this supposed super duper strict dress code was hogwash. Everyone was dressed just like you would see at any club in SF. Yeah, you couldn't get in wearing jeans and sneakers but sheesh...I didn't have to get all pimped out for this shit. I felt very ackward. I was the best dressed person there for christ's sake!
So this place was like 4 stories tall and each floor had different music. The first floor was hip hop and dancehall. The second floor was house and techno. The third floor was dance and international music. The fourth floor was salsa and merenge.
Angela did not want to go anywhere other than the first floor. She refuses to listen to anything but hip hop and she does not like being around Asian's, and there were too many of them on the other floors. Oh, Angela is chinese and hawaiian. So then Angela drops this bomb on me, "I don't drink and I don't dance." Ok, so I'm all like what are we going to do just stand here. Yep, that's all she was gonna do. She usually goes to clubs with a flock of her friends and there is usually enough of them around her to keep her entertained.
After about half an hour I told her that she didn't have to babysit me and left for the other floors...and I started drinking. I drank a lot yo! It was a hella cool club with a great mixed crowd. I danced and mingled and drank, and drank, and drank. I had way too many shots of Patron Silver.
At like 3am Angela called my cell phone and said she was outside waiting for me. I stumbled my drunk ass down the stairs and met her out on the street. The bouncer that had let us in was with her. She said we were going to give him a ride. I was like whateva bitch i'm drunk. Then she apologized for being a bad host. I said whateva bitch i'm drizzunk to the pizzunk.
So we all had some kind of conversation on the way back to the hotel but I can't remember most of it. It was all probably bullshit anyway. What I do remember is that bouncer dude got fired and Angela had something to do with it. Oh well.
So when we get to the hotel Angela is all like she needs to come in a pee. So I'm like yeah, ok. She came in to pee and the whole world was spinning around me faster and faster. By the time she came out of the bathroom there was a loud ringing in my ear. She looked at me and was like, "so..." and i just looked at her cockeyed, put my hand up and said "uh, later" then I layed back down on the bed. She found her way out with no problems.
After she left I packed all my shit. It was after 4am and the supershuttle was going to pick me up at 6am to take me to Dulles. I drank as much water as I could but the spinning and ringing wouldn't stop. I fell asleep but luckily my alarm was set for 5:45. I grabbed my shit, used the checkout feature on the tv, and raced downstairs. The supershuttle dude was waiting. I passed out before we even left the hotel parking lot.
I woke up at the airport an hour later. The world wasn't spinning anymore and the ringing was gone but I didn't feel quite right. I thought about going to the bathroomand forcing myself to puke but I opted against that.
The plane ride home was hell. I had to get up and puke in the bathroom every half hour. I will never get trashed like that before a flight again. The worst was when we were landing. I had to spew into one of those barf bags cause you can't leave your seat. I apologized to everyone sitting in my vicinity when I finished. That must have been nasty to be around.
When I got home I went to bed.
That was my wonderful DC experience! Some chick flirts with me all week, strokes my hairy arms, gets my number, asks me to go out to a club with her, doesn't want to do jack shit when we get there, then takes me back to my room where I don't get laid. How freakin' wonderful!
4:08 p.m. - 2003-07-02
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