Monday, April 23rd, 2007...9:58 am
It didn’t say Jewey: A Happy Hour Recap
Typically, I don’t write happy hour recaps. I prefer to leave them to the experts who can actually internalize memories while drinking. But Friday night was a particularly satisfying and successful event that I couldn’t let pass without mention.
It was a beautifully warm evening that afforded me an opportunity to wear my Jewcy T-shirt bought for me last Hanukkah by Foxymoron and . Thanks to a combination of the shirt’s Heeb-font and Mezza Luna’s strong martinis, most people thought it said Jewey.
Many bloggers, commenters, and blog fans wrestled past the “boycotters’ picket line” — which seemed to be made up of 78% nitrogen and 20% oxygen — and showed up early or on time. I was a few minutes late since I was still eating sushi at Singapore Bistro next door, which prompted INPY to call me and say, “You can’t even show up on time to your own happy hour.” Perhaps he was surly because he knew his Yankees would blow the game that night.
My co-hosts showed up soon after, with KassyK drawing the eyes of my friends and smartly wearing an all-black suit. Happy hour consultant Roosh looked like he was going skiing but managed to be friendly and prove the skeptics wrong.
After repeated inquiries in past happy hours about the whereabouts of The Princess, she finally made a rare appearance and proved to NOT be the proverbial “Canadian girlfriend who I met at summer camp”.
It was a lot of fun catching up with friends, meeting new people, watching a great baseball game, introducing the girlfriend, dancing badly, taking Polaroids, having some great drinks, and, most importantly, forgetting all the Blog War drama and enjoying life.
Thanks to ALL who came out and made it a great night to welcome back warm weather and blogger friendliness.
Thanks to and “Why don’t you call me Gen?” for the photos.
For a brief, three-word recap on most happy hour attendees, visit Roosh. More early recaps found here and here. I’ll add more today as they go up. Recaps. Recaps.
A MAJOR thank you to Pat from DC Blogs for his measured words of wisdom and for coming Friday night. You continually remind us all of your class and what DC blogging should be all about.
Everyone loves photos:
Gen and The Princess
LMNtal, Natasha, Michelle, Gen
Me, Mandy
VK, KassyK, Heather B.
18 Comments
April 23rd, 2007 at 10:21 am
My polaroids were a hit. I’m so bringing extra film next time.
Thanks for mocking me, I really appreciate it. ;P
The shirt was awesome and the Princess rocks. ^_^
Good night indeed.
Your Polaroid camera rocked the house. Next time, bring a Walkman and a Nintendo system.
April 23rd, 2007 at 10:51 am
Ok. I’ll admit it. I thought it said Jewey.
Typical South American.
April 23rd, 2007 at 10:53 am
Hey! Sorry I didn’t get a chance to chat more or meet the Princess, but perhaps at the next one? Thanks for hosting!
Glad you came, I’ll definitely make more time next time.
April 23rd, 2007 at 10:57 am
The shirt was pretty decent.
This might be the highest compliment I ever got from you.
April 23rd, 2007 at 11:00 am
Polaroids? Isn’t that something you get after sleeping with an unkempt Polish woman?
How long have you been waiting to bust out that line?
April 23rd, 2007 at 11:08 am
1. your shirt makes my hands look fat.
2. i always knew you were a bottom. (apt 4)
3. it takes a fellow tribesperson to read it as intended. obvi.
1. Only a girl would say that.
2. You DO like to be on top.
3. That’s as close to reading Hebrew as I can get.
April 23rd, 2007 at 11:41 am
I knew it said Jewcy, although it took some convincing to get another HH attendee to believe me. And straight up showing him didn’t work.
Might I take this opportunity to STRONGLY REMIND YOU that you promised me a ping pong tourney, and mama won’t be happy until she gets it.
Superfun time at the HH. Next time: more dancing. More shots. More ass grabbing.
April 23rd, 2007 at 12:43 pm
I’m glad I didn’t need to bring the nunchucks…. things could have got ugly.
As ugly as my dancing…
April 23rd, 2007 at 12:55 pm
Great event and glad to see the Princess actually exists and is thoroughly lovely. Her cupcakes though, are still considered theoretical until I am delivered one dozen pieces of evidence to the contrary.
She MIGHT be tempted to make some. Like being tempted to breathe.
April 23rd, 2007 at 1:06 pm
The polaroids brought a summer-campy feel to the whole thing.
Definitely, even the nostalgic feeling of the whirr sound it made when it shout out the photo.
April 23rd, 2007 at 1:13 pm
I am expected to comment, so comment I will.
Every picture that’s ever been taken indoors at any bar in the world - in any year after the widespread availability of affordable cameras and color film - looks exactly the same.
I’m naming my child Lowell right after Arjewtino stops welshing and names his first born “Milton Bradley.”
GO FUCKING SOX! THEY GO YAAAAAHD!!!
April 23rd, 2007 at 2:57 pm
ehhemm… i was promised cupcakes as well.
will you be singing jewey songs on friday?
I’m pretty sure every karaoke bar has Hava Nagila in its stock. It’s either that or “dreidel, dreidel, dreidel…”
April 23rd, 2007 at 9:01 pm
Whoever is A-rod’s 4th therapist….I love you!
SWWWWeeeepppppp!!!
but it is only April. Anyone else going to the game on Wednesday or Thursday? Holla at my blog
April 23rd, 2007 at 9:02 pm
btw, looks like for all that smack talk about happy hours, it came off well.
Good for y’all =)
April 23rd, 2007 at 10:10 pm
I am seriously digging that t-shirt!! Would it be horrible if I got one for myself even if I’m not Jewish??
April 23rd, 2007 at 10:23 pm
Have I mentioned how much I’m going to miss this? No? Well…I’m going to miss this.
And you need not worry about my Yankees, we always comeback. You’ll see.
April 24th, 2007 at 7:25 am
No one can diss the Polaroid: you kiddies will be begging for more next time.
Hey man, I’m sorry I don’t have a Nintendo System (unless a Game Boy Pocket counts) but I think I might have a Walkman somewhere. Probably not Sony, though cause I was always too poor for brand- name labels.
June 11th, 2007 at 8:30 am
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