Party

I usually don't comment on my social life (mainly nonexistent) but i feel the need to write about my visit to the Ninth Circle of Hell last night. The night started off well-we were celebrating my friend/colleagues upcoming nuptials with a bachelorette party. We started at Tabac Bistro-where the food and drinks were wonderful and killer view. It's on the top floor of a renovated townhouse-and the roof is glassed in, so it was beautiful. And the food was good-I had the seafood soup which was great and some spinach/feta cigars (not as good, the people at Chez Nous in San Francisco could teach them how to make them properly). The drinks were good, although we did a shot of Grand Marnier (I thought I was going to be sick-it was disgusting). K's friend Jen had a"this is really disgusting" look on her face for good five minutes afterwards and I can't say I blame her. But then hall had a glass of Champagne, which improved the situation. We left there and ended up a a bar down U Street, but not before we got an invitation to a "lifestyle" club for swingers. Unfortunately, M told me it was more a meeting place than have sex place. My other friend M could never find one of the have sex places in DC and he really looked. K didn't understand the "lifestyle" name, so it was pretty funny explaining it to her. So we hung out at the other place (Crostini? I didn't catch the name and I wasn't really drunk-just happy. I woke this morning with only a slight headache. I've been MUCH more hungover at other times-and those always seemed to be when I had to go to work). Anyway, we were there for awhile and then we went to Fly. This is a place that would have NEVER let me in without the people i was with. K's friend B apparently knows everyone in the DC nightlife scene and so we didn't have to wait behind the velvet rope (in DC! A velvet rope! Come on..). And then we entered...for me it was like a party I went to in college that took place in a house a friend grabbed my hand and kept leading down more and more stairs and louder and louder music (she was looking for someone) and I felt like Virgil was going to pop up and explain who had done what horrible thing in order to be sent here-it was much the same feeling at Fly-albeit with more expensive clothes and much better drinks. I always wondered where the rich kids who go the Georgetown hung out (because they don't hang in Georgetown, which is largely for tourists these days). They don't come to my neck of the woods-Adams-Morgan is too diverse for them and they aren't protected from the riff-raff. So they go to Fly. Loud music, expensive drinks and even more expensive clothes-although I can't say I saw anyone who I thought looked particularly good-and if I saw one more guy wearing an expensive, striped untucked shirt with expensive jeans I was going to smack him. However, that is an improvement over the preppy, mattress -ticking, khaki wearing crowd, so I can't be too harsh. i am heartily tired of jeans, black jackets and white shirts though. As for the women-their clothes were very expensive but none of looked A)Comfortable or B) Happy. However, people did ask us for help in getting in (My advice? Don't wear the rugby shirt) and we had our own area (behind another velvet rope) our own bathroom with a code to get in and out own table with ice in the middle of it with Champagne (Moet), orange juice, vodka, cranberry juice and strawberries to mix our drinks-I stuck with Champagne. I didn't why our friend L said that they would never let her in there-and now I know why. They wouldn't have let me in there without my friends.
Now I know why I'd rather go to a bar and chat and drink-listening to loud music and drinking too much-I'm too old for that, although I'll never turn down a glass of free Champagne. But for all that, it was fun and I'm sure K had a great time (they were still there when I left and that was at 1:00), although I'm also sure that she's hurting today...and her friends who I hadn't met before were very cool-I'm very glad I met them.
But I'm never going back to Fly...