Something happened at my favorite bar last night. Wait.

Back up.

See. I've got this favorite bar that I hang out in almost every day, nay, make that every day. And something happened yesterday that kinda disturbed me.

So here I am - talking about it with you guys.

Alright. So my favorite bar's a pretty cool place...hip drinks, good conversation, and just great great people. So last night, the owner of bar sorta told people to stop over playing "La vida loca." Great song and all, but this bar's not a ricky martin bar and he didn't want it to turn into one. I mean, we all think ricky martin's ok, but when a lot new people started showing up in leather pants, tight shirts, and fluffy ricky hair, it's not a good indicator of the direction of the bar...(not that a bar needs direction, but you know what I mean)So.

Some people got a little upset.

littl' bit. littl' bit.

In fact, one guy got so upset he left.

I'm kinda bummed people would leave because of this (for good!??!) But...

I'm with the bartender on this one.

I mean, I understand how some people probably wouldn't want the bar to be "regulated" and all, but common - I can understand if the bartender went ahead and just banned people left and right, but he didn't - he merely suggested that this isn't a 90's latin club and didn't want it to turn into one. I see no harm in that. I mean, shit, I get some ball breakin' for my music (and other) preferences there...and when he says shit like "dude, I can't believe you're think norm macdonlad's funny...you better stop talking like him or else!!"

I don't take it personally and leave.

That's what people do at bars. They talk and break each others balls. (yeah sorry, been watching WAY too much Sopranos.)

So. Right or wrong I just wanted to get that off my chest.

Next.

Friday night the lovely bizbe and I went home to visit mama and papa wu (i got photos!! However, only 1 recent pix - the rest are hip young papa wu, which I'm sure you'll enjoy). But half way down our friends from dc calls and wanted to know if we'd join them for dinner at Perry's. (for you non dc peeps, funky sushi place - drag brunch on sundays) So off we went.

3 bottles of wine, 4-5 rounds of Saki Martinis, 4-5 rounds of atomic (see last post)and...(drum roll)

3 shots of bourbon.

Let's put it this way...good ole Mfoxm ended up wandering alone in adams morgan (part of dc) looking for bizbe and friends.

"bizbe...bizbe...friends...bizbe..."

Wandering like a zombie. And when I got home? Oy vey. I started apologizing to mom and dad about being so drunk...haha

I remember when I used to come home drunk (highschool days) and just slithered my way down stairs, on the DL...and now I'm making a huge production about it. The whole time Bizbe's like "go to bed idiot!"

Quite comical.

Speaking of coming home drunk, I'll have to tell you guys about how papa wu had to be "escorted" home once. That was when I was five years old(no, he didn't beat me).

Hm. I think I just thought of an awesome name for a bar.