Happy hour at the Mid-Atlantic Leather Weekend 2020 in the lobby bar of the Hyatt Regency Capitol Hill, Washington, D.C., 5:31 p.m. January 18, 2020
The images in this entry are of the Senate Republican caucus as seen in a "flash forward" from next week during Trump's Senate impeachment trial … a complete sham in the form of a farce event presided over by an amoral bullfrog from Kentucky with 1,200 Federalist Society 25-year old bot judges pooping out of the hole in his sagging ass …
… and a facially grotesque closet case-and- combo pussy 'n' fag from South Carolina. As Steve Schmidt described Lindsey Graham this comprehensive Rolling Stone piece, he's a human version of a pilot fish -- always sucking up to and living off the detritus of a predator fish, no matter the morality or ethics:
"That's Lindsey. And when he swam around the McCain shark, broadly viewed as a virtuous and good shark, Lindsey took on the patina of virtue. But wherever the apex shark is, you find the Lindsey fish hovering about, and Trump’s the newest shark in the sea. Lindsey has a real draw to power — but he’s found it unattainable on his own merits.”
Oh, and Martha McSally Fraudulent McShit is a McTwat.
Why are Republicans -- and their corporate / billionaire oligarchical paymasters -- always so goddamn hideous looking? OK, that question answers itself.
Actually, the pictures are from yesterday, Saturday, at my unlikely afternoon visit to this year's sprawling Mid-Atlantic Leather annual event, held at the Hyatt Regency near the Capitol building, the hotel totally and completely taken over by the bizarro world version of a fundamentalist evangelical circle-jerk.
I went there with Fred and Aydin and one of Aydin's friends. Except for the lead one, I'm not captioning them but the file names give the time. And that brings me to my point of why I didn't post my planned a Jukebox Saturday Night entry last night.
The fellow was wearing a red Superman cape.
For you see, I had three or four drinks while wandering about through the throngs of nearly all gay men (and some lesbians) at the MAL event. Indeed, because it was a gathering of gay men, it necessarily was a glorified extended happy hour with impromptu cash bars all over the place. Yes, that Hyatt Regency has hosted these before.
About that, it was funny, to me, watching the Hyatt hotel staff, in particular, the middle-aged African American ladies, selling the drink tickets. But at least two of them told me they had worked the event in previous years.
Once we got there by Uber about 2:45 p.m. and entered the hotel (there was a quick-moving line to get in), the four of us just split up and wandered about. Aydin actually paid for me the $10 to have access to the downstairs space. There, I came across S&M and/or bondage demos in front of large numbers of people along with gift shops for all your related needs -- lube, dildos, buttless chaps, slings, "poppers," and whatever other sexual paraphernalia... Phew.
I found the demos well, slightly appalling and didn't spend any time there. I mean, do you really need to see a 300-pound guy sprawled over a barrel of some sort, his fat ass -- partially hot pink -- exposed and being spanked with a small wooden paddle?
My camera lens was a bit smeared -- hence the weird effect of this low-quality picture.
The lead images shows it without smear.
Oh, and God only knows what was going on in the upper floors of the hotel. Security had well-established lines for the elevators. The whole effect of the place was of a dirty version of a Star Trek convention.
To be clear, there were some quite attractive guys there (like this one at left) … mixed with what you would expect … and the rest, well, just everyday-looking sorts. I think I fall well within that latter category. At least I hope so.
Aydin left around 4:15 p.m., as he had another one of his black tie events at a swanky club to attend. He lives in that kind of A-lister world. Not sure why he likes me.
Fred and I departed around 5:40 p.m. -- to be clear, the event is ongoing all weekend to include all hours of the night -- and walked over to Penn Quarter where we parted.
Here Fred and I were making out grand exit.
He caught an Uber and I stopped for dinner at Carmine's. I never was there before and the food was fine and atmosphere festive. I sat at the bar, and my bartender / server was wholly nonattentive and forgot part of my order.
I asked the host to cash me out and I didn't tip her. Yes, she was busy, but she went out of her way to totally dismiss me, instantly forgetting what I asked.
Sorry, M. WADE Fukagoogol.
I know that's not his self-servingly warped philosophy. (Thankfully, I didn't see him or any of the other Usual Shitty Suspects at "MAL" …)
Thereafter, I walked part of the way home -- until I caught a conveniently-timed S2 near Lafayette Park, and I was home by 7:30 and started to watch the Saturday night MeTV lineup.
However, while composing my planned Jukebox Saturday Night entry (with the three songs already lined up), I totally conked out. (I'll post it next Saturday right before I move.) I went to bed around 9 p.m. right in the middle of the Svengoolie-hosted movie (The Old Dark House) and remained in bed -- waking up occasionally -- until 11 a.m.
Weather-wise, Saturday was a gloomy, chilly, showery one.
Actually, it started out with a tiny burst of snow -- KDCA picked up 0.2 inches, bringing its sad seasonal total to 0.6" while KBWI recorded only "trace" and KIAD 0.3 inches, respectively.
As a result, KBWI's seasonal total remained at 1.8 inches and KIAD's notched up slightly to 2.9 inches.
There was then a bit of freezing rain and then just plain, chilly rain.
Daily precipitation totals to include all forms were as follows:
Month-to-date tallies are:
KDCA: 1.55" -0.07"
KBWI: 1.51" -0.26"
KIAD: 1.67" +0.17"
Temps rose from 32F to 34F around noontime to 41F / 42F by midnight.
Looking ahead, while it will be cold the next few days, there is no chance of any wintry weather for the next two weeks (maybe some rain next weekend).
This picture was actually taken at Dupont Italian Kitchen (DIK) bar, Washington, D.C., 12:11 a.m., Jan 18, 2020
Not your usual caterwauling karaoke sort. Actually, he did an Eminem song and then, later, more of a ballad.
For today, I think I'm going to go to the gym. Tomorrow is the Martin Luther King Jr. federal holiday, which I have off, so maybe I'll do my Georgetown walk then. Of note, when I move, I'll be considerably closer to G'town -- indeed, right on the border of it.
Harvey Korman as "Mother Marcus" -- always hilarious.
OK, signing off for now.