But I bring this incident up for a reason today (you know, other than to simply mock a person in Uggs). Nope, I bring it up also to mock a recent New York Times article, "Stimulus Programs That Roll at Night." First of all, that title is to headlines what Uggs are to footwear. It's f*cking retarded. But that only scratches the surface. If you read further, you'll find the article trying to accurately describe DC nightlife as "cool," as if it were a fully attractive person and not someone average with, say, just hot elbows.
"I don't associate these things with D.C.," Mr. [Shea] Van Horn [a promoter and DJ] said of the themed parties, which, over the last year or so have become an increasingly common evening activity in Washington. "I say 'It's so L.A.' or 'It's so New York' but it's also, now, so D.C."
Really, Mr. Van Horn, REALLY!? The hottest ventures in DC nightlife are "themed parties?" And somehow that's both "so L.A." and "so New York?" Isn't that also "so my Bozo-the-Clown-themed
"At the dance hall Town, on U Street, Mr. Van Horn D.J.’d for an event where the crowd was packed with costumed characters: a dancing bear, a gaggle of drag queens, a go-go dancer in a low-cut rhinestone-studded Speedo. Mr. Van Horn, bewigged, appeared as his drag alter ego, Summer Camp."
Wow. That is GAY. Or maybe that's Moscow. Last decade. No, seriously.
Excuse the absence of the dancing bear. He's off in the bathroom bumping rails off a gazelle's ass.
But really, let's think about this. DC is many things. We boast the most lawyers per capita. We're up there with the murders, too. Oh, and let's not forget we're also The Capital of the Free World. I mean isn't that enough? Can we just not accept the fact that no matter how many themed parties Van Horn throws, we'll never be as attractive in that sense as L.A. or New York. Or even Moscow circa last decade.
Let's just accept that we're not fully attractive in that sense. Let's just accept that we only have hot elbows. That is, we have tiny little pockets of cool that most people (perhaps, unfortunately) don't care to notice. We have a few really stellar DJs here, for example. Van Horn may even be one, although having never been to a one of his themed extravaganzas (at least that I know of) I can't count him. These DJs I'm speaking of, who spin at places like DC9 and The Black Cat, help make a rather ugly DC at least have pretty elbows.
Also adding to DC's elbow appeal are a few bars and restaurants. The Passenger comes to mind, as well as St. Ex (which I will stick up for despite the wide array of hatery I hear about this place). And let's not forget Burritos Fast. It may be dirty and possibly violate many-a-health code, but it is delicious and the beans are divine. Mmm...beans...
But I digest (ha!), I guess what I'm trying to blatantly hint at in a verbosely straightforward way is that DC is still not "cool" in the way New York or LA (or Moscow last decade) is. And, honestly, it probably never will be thanks to the prevalence of government sh*t here, which, if DC were a person, disallows it from being any more attractive than Nick Nolte in 1992. Unfortunately, the world is not People magazine, which means we'll never be the most appealing.
I still can't believe People did that. Ew.
But getting back to the point, DC isn't an entire wash. Like I said, we have hot elbows. And as long as we remember to moisturize (and drag out ridiculous metaphors for as long as possible), I think maybe we can shine these elbows up enough to get the freaks interested. Or something. I'll do my part by resurrecting my Bozo-the-Clown-themed birthday party this year. I'LL FASHION MY GRAND PRIZE GAME BUCKETS OUT OF CANS OF BEANS!!!