Sunday, March 4, 2012

The Waters of March, Washington, D.C., Weekend Style

Updated 12:02AM 3/7/2012: See bottom of entry.

The Washington Monument at dusk with the entrance way to the 12th Street tunnel in the foreground (this is where 12th Street runs under the National Mall), 6:39PM, March 1, 2012.

I walked home from work on the night of March 1st, stopping at the Elephant & Castle restaurant / English pub at 12th an Pennsylvania Ave. I had previously been at the one at I and 19th but I much prefer this one since the bar atmosphere is much more like an actual English pub instead of some place you'd find in a suburban mall.

A scene from the Elephant & Castle, 12th and Penn. Ave., Washington, D.C., 7:18PM, March 1, 2012.


Same as above, except 1 minute later and looking the other way down the bar.


Today is March 4th -- the one day of the year that as a kind of homophone spells a sentence: March forth.

It has been a shitty weekend all around -- I did nothing except spend too much, drink too much, and be alone, except for Friday night, when I met Gary at Nellie's. The highlight of the week was also, in this sense, the low light as I explored some new restaurant and bar places on my own.

In particular, last night I walked on an approximately 4 mile circuit as described below.I walked first from my place to Dupont Circle (to the Bank of America ATM) and then down Connecticut Ave., stopping in at The Oval Room, a high-end restaurant near the White House where I had never gone before. I had a drink at the bar and then left. The bartender was friendly to me.

This was the only (dark) picture I could get from inside The Oval Room at the bar, Washington, D.C., 8:30PM, March 3, 2012.

Here is a better picture showing a screen shot from the restaurant's web site.


I then stopped at the Old Ebbitt Grill also located very near the White House (opposite the Treasury Dept. building). The atmosphere in there is wonderful -- and also has few TVs to overwhelm your senses and ruin the experience. The place has its own storied past, supposedly "the oldest saloon" in Washington, D.C.

I sat at the Old Bar, pictured at left from an image on the restaurant's website.

As always, the place was quite crowded and the bartender who served me the New England clam chowder soup, salad, and bread I had was not very attentive and then assumed the change (which would have made for a nearly 40% tip) was all his.

Another dark image taken with my cellphone camera, this time at the Old Bar, Old Ebbitt Grill, Washington, D.C., 8:59PM, March 3, 2012.

Most noteworthy were the stuff animal heads mounted above the bar that SUPPOSEDLY were shot by Teddy Roosevelt himself, or at least that's what the other bartender implied. The walrus head was rather jarring -- forever staring out from the corner of the bar, it's twin foot long tusks read to do battle.


Thereafter, I walked back to the Elephant & Castle at 12th  Street and Pennsylvania Ave. NW.

Yours truly at the Elephant & Castle, 12th and Penn. Ave., Washington, D.C., 9:46PM, March 3, 2012.

Given its location outside the main commercial and nightlife hubs of the city, the place was rather empty at this hour on a Saturday night. By contrast, the place is mobbed weekdays at happy hour times. (The place has one of the best views there is of the quadrennial Inaugural Parade.)

The Elephant & Castle, 12th and Penn. Ave., Washington, D.C., 9:44PM, March 3, 2012.

Next weekend, I plan to return there and have dinner. 

I left the place and walked all the way to Club 9 on P Street, where I had a nice conversation with the off-duty bartender DJ. He had gone to a military service members dinner even and was dressed all snazzy. Finally, I then walked all the way to Nellie's, where I stayed until it closed and then walked back home. Needless to say, I spent way too much money yesterday.

In short, my life is stuck at the bottom of a deep miserable rut from which I do not have the psychological or financial resources to escape. I honestly don't know what to do anymore.


The entrance to the 1201 F Street parking garage located off 12th Street, Washington, D.C., 10:46PM, March 3, 2012.


As for friends, I have actually lost quite a few in the past year -- and this has primarily been my doing. These were people who were no longer really friends and for different reasons with whom I did not want to have anything more to do.

There was HG. There was Wall-P and his June bride to be. More about him below. More recently, there was J. (I'm apparently not supposed to write his name on this blog) and Kristof.


Changing subjects ENTIRELY ...

When Mikey Called* ...

*Yes, I was going to call it "When Mikey Visits" (see previous entry) but instead I think calls works better, especially since it ties into my pun on the 1972 thriller movie When Michael Calls.

It was one year ago on Feb. 28, 2011 that I changed the URL of my Arcturus blog and hid it behind a passcode wall. Nobody reads it now. This was in the aftermath of the ugly episode between the D.C. 17th Street Gay Mafia -- in particular, Mr. Sirius and Oooza the Unloved Crow Creature -- and me.

It was on Feb. 22, 2011 that I had my unexpected encounter with Mr. Sirius's then-boyfriend Mikey, the object of the Jan. 23, 2011 incident in which I was accused of trying to trip him that precipitated the whole thing.

It was the following day, Feb. 23, 2011 that Mikey -- a.k.a. Donny Osmond and he of the "Nobody Cares About Your Blog" shirt in that now-removed video on his Vimeo site -- that he decided for whatever reason that it would be fun to pay a call on my blog.

To wit (and I've blocked out the full IP addresses and more detailed visitor info)...

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The last few visits were actually on Feb. 24th. The main bulk of those 70+ hits occurred in a 3 minute period on the 23rd. 

That's a lot of not caring. I guess this was supposed to be some sort of psychological warfare. But since my psychology has suffered from much mental warfare all my life, I really didn't care.

Oh, by the way, the last image also contains a series of visits over a two hour period on Feb. 24th from the big money corporate law firm Hogan Hartson. I suspect that -- but do not know for sure if -- this was related to the situation, in particular the whole IRS angle. As you may know, nothing ever came of that.

I thought it best at that point to hide the blog, which I did several days later on Feb. 28th. As it is, I don't really update it much anymore.

When this happened, I actually told Wall-P -- to whom I was briefly speaking at the time after a six month hiatus. Wall-P, being Wall-P, and naturally assuming that anything I did could not have any importance whatsoever, instantly dismissed the law firm visits as being from a former girlfriend of his who works there.

Wall-P had this answer ready in 0.007 picoseconds. Indeed, the speed of the answer actually occurred before the question, and thus it violated Einstein's special relativity.

The answer sounded like this, "Eh. Eh. Eh. Eh. Ehehehe. Eh."

He then returned to what mattered -- $1,200 an hour calls to help realize corporate legal synergies in client solution-space.


Speaking of Wall-P, did I ever mention the time that he stared unflinchingly into the baleful face of American racism?

It was early last year.

As it was recounted in an incredulous tone, some black guy was trying to flag a cab over by Dupont Circle. Wall-P decided to help by flagging a cab for the man. A cab driver pulled over -- and then, perceiving it as some sort of bait-and-switch that unnerved him, tore off.

Wall-P was shocked. He apologized to the man, presumably on behalf of "the White race."

Of course, the fact that the cab driver himself was likely a black Ethiopian was mentioned as an afterthought. Or maybe he was Pakistani. You see, Ethiopians and Pakistanis make up about 98% of the D.C. taxi cab driver fleet.

A window display at the Metro Center Macy's in downtown Washington, D.C., 10:47PM, March 3, 2012. The display was for February Black History Month.


Somehow it never dawned on Wall-P that this taxi cab driver -- whose safety requires him to make snap judgments about would-be passengers dozens of times a day because that's the frickin' reality we live in, and there's no time to sing Kumbaya -- made a quick decision that a "Master of the Universe" white guy looking like Robert Rubin in a $500 Brooks Brothers suit flagging a cab for some old black guy did not make a lot of sense to him and he opted to avoid the situation outright.

Three homeless people asleep outside the AAAS building at the corner of 12th St. and New York Avenue NW, Washington, D.C., 10:50PM, March 3, 2012.

Seeing this at the AAAS -- American Association for the Advancement of Science -- location puts my own bitter experience with that organization in proper perspective. In 1998, I applied for its stupid Science and Technology Policy Fellowship and OF COURSE I didn't get it. That was one of about 4 bitter disappointments in 1998. I got back from that dreadful trip with my dad to Guadeloupe (to see a total solar eclipse) and Dominica just in time to get Amy King's happily written rejection letter.


Update from last entry ...

As a follow-up to my previous post, Rush Limbaugh -- apparently worried that all those advertisers who sell his listeners adult diapers, cigars, and gold bullion (the latter because of the IMMINENT COLLAPSE OF THE DOLLAR!) might start to bail on him -- actually apologized to Sandra Fluke, albeit it in a Rush Limbaugh way. 


Oh, yes, I came across this website: "Luxury Hotels of the Romney Campaign".

Here is a screen shot. Ha ha.


Lastly, I want to call attention to Matt Taibbi's Rolling Stone blog piece on the death of Andrew Breitbart: Death of a Douche.

Read it before you make any snap judgments because he is speaking ill of the (recently) dead. Also note the update that he posted in response to a tsunami of hate mail and hate calls he received including various death threats and sundry obscenities.

Here is an excerpt from the main piece and the update:

"Watching [former Rep. Anthony] Weiner apologize to Breitbart later in that same event was certainly chilling for a number of reasons (if I were Weiner, I wouldn't have apologized to that fucker even under torture) but it was hard not to appreciate the deliciousness of the scene from Breitbart's point of view. Watching Weiner pause, swallow hard, and make the extraordinary decision to plant his lips squarely on the loathsome Breitbart's ass on national television, that was like the ultimate Mona Lisa masterpiece of right-wing media provocations. That the outrageous Breitbart was standing right there, looking gorgeously gassy in his unbuttoned shirt, bloated Joey Buttafuoco cheeks and splendiforous silver half-mullet, made the humiliation of the trim and neatly-groomed Weiner even more abject ..."

"But I guess no homage is complete without a celebration of the whole man, and the whole man in this case was not just a guy who once said, 'It's all about a good laugh,' but also someone who liked to publish peoples' personal information on the internet, hack into private web sites, tell lies in an attempt to get his enemies fired, and incite readers to threats against his targets and their families, including death threats. I left all of that stuff out of my obit, but now, thanks to you readers, that's all in there as well, leaving, for posterity, a much more complete picture of the man."


A few more pictures from this weekend ...

Bartender E. at Nellie's last night, Washington, D.C., 1:26AM, March 4, 2012.


Late night patrons at the McDonald's at 14th and U Streets NW, Washington, D.C., 3:12AM, March 4, 2012.

I was walking home and stopped in for some drunk eating.


Urban - electric rainy night on the U Street corridor (1200 block), Washington, D.C., 11:57PM, March 2, 2012.


OK, I think that's about all for now. My next planned update will be on Tuesday.

Updated 12:03AM 3/7/2012: I tried to update this blog tonight (Tuesday night, now Wednesday) but just didn't get around to posting a full entry, and now it is midnight and I need to go to bed. I'll try again on Wednesday, though it is possible I won't around to updating until the weekend. My apologies.


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