Monday, May 20, 2013

Third Wheel of Misfortune -OR- What Happens When the Wife Doesn't Like You

**Updated 10:12PM 6/24/2014: See below.**

A yard of a house at Logan Circle between P Street and Rhode Island Avenue NW, Washington, D.C., 6:58PM May 19, 2013.

The pictures that follow were mostly taken last night and today. The ones last night were taken as I was walking to No. 9 from Old Ebbitt Grill and then from No. 9 to Nellie's via Logan Circle and Vermont Avenue. I normally don't do this route in the dark but I chanced it last night.  The ones today were taken as  I did the walk in reverse -- from Nellie's to Logan Circle via Vermont Avenue and then over to Dupont Circle and back home.


I hates the internets.

There's a bit of a problem here tonight ...

I logged onto my computer and was online when garbage malware of some sort MAY have jumped onto my computer. I am running a scan right now and so far nothing has come up. I called the IT department head and told him. He is actually in our D.C. office tomorrow, which is when I'll deal with this.

I'll try to get in earlier than usually do.

The yard of 1719 Vermont Avenue NW, Washington, D.C., 6:49PM May 19, 2013.


In the meantime, I think I can still post an entry. As it is, the pure garbage, scams, and filth that is the internet (see above paragraph) is sort of indirectly relevant to the topic of this entry.

A stone birdbath amid flowers at the Swann House at New Hampshire Avenue and Swann Street NW, Washington, D.C., 7:46PM May 19, 2013.

I was thinking of that Mad TV character "Miss Swan."


I'm home right now watching TV -- flipping between Frasier on Hallmark and The King of Queens on TV Land. I'm feeling a lot better now (the computer issue notwithstanding). I went to Larry's Lounge where I had only one beer and met up with my usual crew (Kristof, Gary, and John L). Ron (the owner) was there and chatty. I also met another person (Dave) who is a regular reader of my blog, and he was effusive in his praise of me for how much weight I have lost and how well I look.

I really do appreciate that.

Oh, yes, he also urged me to buy clothes at actually fit. Most of my pants are falling off me.

Earlier, I went to Nellie's for a little while (only two beers and a spot of dinner).

Upstairs at Nellie's, Washington, D.C., 5:36PM May 19, 2013.


I was terribly hung over from last night. In fact, I felt a bit dizzy and even a bit fevered (a hot flash??). I didn't go to the gym today (or yesterday, for that matter). I intend to go tomorrow and Wednesday and Thursday. I hope I don't lose my job.

Too Kool for Skool - Another Nellie's upstairs scene, Washington, D.C., 5:40PM May 19, 2013.


The weather was partly to mostly cloudy today with some sunshine and also an early evening rain shower. The roughly 0.75" QPF for KDCA that the NWS graphical forecast showed yesterday did not remotely come to pass. Of course.

Overcast sky looking south down 18th Street from New Hampshire Avenue NW, Washington, D.C., 7:41PM May 19, 2013.


OK, now onto the main theme of this entry: My disastrous dinner at Old Ebbitt Grill with Bob and A. I really like Bob (and I've known him for very nearly 20 years) but I'm not sure how that can be given the situation with A.

Looking east along L Street from Vermont Avenue NW, Washington, D.C., 10:33PM May 18, 2013.


**Updated 10:12PM 6/24/2014: Content altered and removed.**

As background, I met Bob at JRs back in 1994 in my early days at JRs. Bob is a terrific person, a native of the Boston area, and one-time Democratic political consultant and lawyer who has done election monitoring work in other countries. He is a good guy with a good heart and I have had wonderful political-themed conversations with him.

Bob's partner of the past 7 years or so is A. I see them occasionally at Larry's Lounge. The problem is that A. and I have a bit of a rocky relationship. There are times we've gotten along well and other time when we haven't. But then again, that's true of just about everybody I know.

The 1100 block of Vermont Avenue NW, Washington, D.C., 10:34PM May 18, 2013.


I invited them on Thursday to meet me at Old Ebbitt Grill on Saturday night. We haggled a bit over the time -- I preferred later since the place isn't as crowded after 10PM. But in the end, we agreed on 830PM except I got there more like 850PM. However, I texted Bob to let him know this.

The musical poles in the 1100 block of Vermont Ave. NW, Washington, D.C., 11:35PM May 18, 2013. You tap on the poles and they start making a sort of synthesizer-like moaning sound at different tones. Or maybe it's better described as an electronic didgeridoo.


They were already there and had a perfect spot at the corner of the Oyster Bar, which is located behind the Old Bar (I didn't even know there was a bar behind the Old Bar, which is where I normally sit).  We had a great bartender / server (Joe) who was so attentive and friendly. (Normally, Larry serves me at the Old Bar.)  And I ordered a delicious dinner -- lobster, spinach salad with strawberries and cheese and a great raspberry vinaigrette dressing -- with a glass of white wine after a rum mojito aperitif.

Thomas Circle, Washington, D.C., 10:39PM May 18, 2013.


Things started out fine, although A. was not really interested in talking to me and was just texting. He had had a few glasses of wine, too.

But things suddenly went downhill. He was making some point about how you can have a blog or website that earns money.  I am just viscerally against that notion and think most of those money-making methods are scams or pointless.


P and 14th Streets NW, Washington, D.C., 12:45AM May 19, 2013.


I should have just smiled and agreed, but instead I tried to argue the point and ask him by what mechanism would the money-making occur. It seemed to me that he was just quoting some presentation he heard.

He quickly got rather angry and started insulting me. It's true that he I didn't like that I challenged his idea. But the eruption of anger and dislike, even hatred in there, was still amazing. At one point he did a "talk to the hand" gesture, to which I told him to get his hand out of my face. Bob was seated between us and was sort of shell-shocked. As for me, I felt as though I was in one of those movie scenes in a fancy restaurant where a drunk wife starts getting belligerent at another person.

Logan Circle, Washington, D.C., 12:49AM May 19, 2013.


Joe the bartender actually brought us all a quick shot of whiskey of some sort (just a tiny bit) but even that was a sort of non-starter.

I never actually got really angry -- not in the eruptive way that I can. I just didn't want to have an argument and felt no great emotions. And after this argument, I even went so far as to apologize for whatever way I upset him either on this night or in the past (because clearly there was baggage here).

The equestrian statue of Maj. General John A. Logan at the center of Logan Circle at night, Washington, D.C., 12:50AM May 19, 2013.


But it was all too late and soon they left. I managed to have a few more pleasant words with Bob,  but I'm not sure to what extent I can remain friends with Bob. This is a situation in which you have a couple and one of the spouses (here basically the wife) doesn't like the single friend of the other spouse (the husband). Furthermore, I really don't want to deal with A. any longer.

Indeed, last night simply confirmed my belief that it is ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE as a single (gay) guy for me to be friends with a married couple, especially when THE WIFE doesn't like you (which is what we have here,  but the gay version). It just doesn't work.

Logan Circle, Washington, D.C., 12:51AM May 19, 2013.


Anyway, I left Old Ebbitt Grill and headed over to No. 9 (rather bummed out), though stopping at Stoney's first, where Howie was working and Gary at the bar. Later, I went to Nellie's, by which point I was fairly imbibed and not a little bummed out by the whole situation.

This reminds me of several straight male friends I've lost. In each case, the wife marries her man and turns him into a frog crouching astride his suburban lily pad.

I guess under certain circumstances, the same thing can happen with a gay couple, though usually gay guys are such self-absorbed and juvenile sorority girls that they are incapable of having a long-term meaningful relationship.

Vermont Avenue and 11th Street NW, Washington, D.C., 12:58AM May 19, 2013.


I should have viewed it as an ill omen that the Horse's Backside galloped past me as I was hurrying on foot on the sidewalk along 16th Street to Old Ebbitt Grill.

My apartment view looking southeast across the intersection of New Hampshire Avenue and 16th and U Streets NW, Washington, D.C., 7:57PM May 19, 2013.


Let me just make one last point: NORMALLY these kinds of arguments are mostly my fault. In this case, it really wasn't. I didn't do anything wrong (except maybe challenge him as I did on a point).

OK, that's all for now. I'm not sure when I'll update this blog again -- possibly not until Wednesday night. Oh, yes, as for the malware issue, I've run the sweeper twice and it hasn't picked up anything though that might not mean anything.

Again, I hates the flippin' internets. It is contributing to the social and economic destruction of society, but that's an entry for another time.


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