I visited Home nightclub on Friday night. DJ Yakov was spinning in the attic and ruined my progressive Mr. Brightside remix experience by messing with the EQ’s. :sob: I stayed for 30 minutes, hopped on the Metro, then walked almost two miles home because I didn’t want to ruin my friends fun. I always hate on girls who cockblock their friends so I had to show by example.
Here is a picture of the club to show you how hot it was. Sitting down on the left are people who didn’t dance at their high school prom and in the back you have to squint to see the obligatory table dancers.
A certain member of the Haters crew was asked where the candy shop by a large group of gay men while walking on the street. His response, “In my crotch” – with pointing gesture – was met with giggles and attempts to pick him up. The “I didn’t know they were gay” excuse is questionable.
That same night I was walking somwhere in DC with someone who isn’t familiar with this site when I hear a guy yell “DC Bachelor!” After a solid second of evaluating the situation, I turn around and see a guy I don’t know, probably in his early 20’s, with a huge grin on his face. Nice.
My birthday is today. I am 26. :shudder: