revenge of the scarf

i have to get bathed to head out with alyfromcali for this last day of semi-drunken-revelry so this is a quickie, but i wanted to say a few things before my continued consumption of rich food+drink clouds my ability to compose sentences about any of it.
so monday we saw revenge of the sith and hit toledo lounge for happy hour, and yesterday we ate @ both reidel's in van ness, and the grapeseed in bethesda. and i lost my 3rd scarf in 6 months because apparently, i can't have nice things.

revenge of the sith: definitely better than episodes 1+2 but still not as compelling as one would like. hayden christensen (possibly wrong spelling but i'm too pressed for time to check, and i don't care enough anyway) was not nearly as bad as i feared he might be- he was actually pretty decent, considering george lucas was his main guidance, but then in one of his "big moments" lucas really fucked him with a piece of particularly shitty direction.
without giving away what little of the plot people may not know, there's a moment after he becomes darth vader (you did know he became darth, right?) when he gets pissed off and breaks shit, which is kinda cool, but then he screams "nooooo!", which is laughable. anybody could tell you that an actor has to scream "noooo" first to get up the momentum to break shit. you start the scream, then break shit as the vocalisation climaxes then fades out because the physical "no" nullifies the need for the vocal one after a few seconds. breaking shit first makes the "noooo" completely pointless and anticlimactic. only lucas could get this very basic movie shtick in the wrong order. he fucked that kid.
but it wasn't bad. i didn't want my $ back like i did after the previous 2. and now i know that when i can't take it anymore, i'm can change my name to darth trini and go live in the bush. i think it's brilliant that there can be a world where it's that simple. you naturally choose the side your name's more appropriate for, and if you change sides later, you announce it by changing your name to some "darth" variation, and everybody gets the memo. i like simple.

happy hour was exactly that, but longer. and giri's a great bartender. and cute. go to toledo lounge (in adams morgan) and tip her handsomely.

reidel's was good food. i didn't have much because i knew i was hitting the grapeseed for dinner, but my meal and bbq sauces were good, and i definitely did a smell-check of everything else that came out the kitchen. it was good.

the grapeseed was phenomemal. not that reidel's wasn't, but they're not on the same scale.
thanks to knol, we had so much amazing food and wine that i couldn't quite make it up the stairs to bed last night. grims had to go up without me and i joined him about a half-hour later. i can't even explain how good it was, but the fricasseed mushrooms, the duck, softshell crabs, and filet mignon were all fabulous and we had so much good wine (i recommend the bonny doon ice-wine) that i'm gonna have to go over the list with knol again, when i'm less intoxicated.
the only damper (mild, in comparison with the food+drink) was losing yet another scarf. this scarf-losing streak started last christmas when i lost my favourite scarf after a night of drinking off the effects of that horrid marvin hamlisch gig-with-the-llama. it was the one i'd bought in london, blue+green flecks, long+warm+fuzzy...i wore it all winter.
i was exiting the kennedy centre and ran into bill, who inveigled me to go to the bar with him and the cast of the woolly mammoth show in the afi. since marvin was such a prick and grims wasn't home to improve my night, i went. we got pretty happy, then tried to take a taxi home together, but the driver was an asshole so we decided to bus/metro instead. so we said goodbye on the corner and i went down to the metro, but immediately upon buying a farecard, discovered i had to pee like a fiend. so i ran back up the ridiculously-long escalator to flag down another taxi because when i metro home i then have to wait @ union station for a bus into my neighbourhood, and i knew i had to pee much sooner than that.
i get into the slowest taxi in the universe and have to pee so bad (and d.c.'s roads so bad) that i was propping myself up with both hands to hold my ass off the seat, and coming about as close as i ever do to praying. i finally get home and rush up the stairs, relieved @ the prosect of relief, drop my jeans and start to pee.
then i realised i was wearing my long blue pea coat, which i was currently peeing on the inside-back of.
then i realised that somewhere between the metro and the house, i'd lost my favourite scarf.
then, the other day i went to toledo's happy hour with patrick+erika (it was my first time), and because they know bill (and that he often leads to wild drunken escapades) i told them the story of peeing on my coat and losing my scarf. that evening i got home from toledo and realised i'd lost my other scarf @ the bar.
last night i lost a hair scarf, not a neck one, but it was another favourite (from zed)- clearly i cannot be trusted to mix alcohol and accessories. i think all i can manage is my phone, keys, box and "pocket-book" (yes, i carry that damn notebook everywhere- i never know when i might need to write shit down). so i guess i need to learn to like turtlenecks. or move back to sweet trini...

walk good.