To say I had an eventful weekend would be an understatement. I had a wonderful weekend that deserves to be heralded by everyone in the blog-osphere. Thursday night, I waited for 45 minutes at a Bowie Baysocks game to meet Carlton Banks aka Alfonso Ribeiro aka he is not dead.
Dear Internet, I know many of you think he has perished for some unknown reason, but you are wrong, he’s still alive. At least since last Thursday? Carlton (I know Carlton Banks is not real but he will always be Carlton to me) wore a goofy grin and exuded real vigor that day. He happily signed autographs and took pictures with balding, aging men in Carlton-esque outfits : a polo shirt, khaki’s, and a nice sweater loosely tied behind ones back.
I was visibly nervous since i’ve been performing “The Carlton” at all my friend’s social functions. It’s like I danced him into reality or something? When I met him, he gave me a genuine grin, shook my hand and was more than happy to get a picture with me, as you see above. I was so nervous that I almost forgot my Black Power Ranger jacket (made famous when it was last seen on Comedy’s Central’s The Ben Show) but he promptly reminded me to take it with me. How nice!
Q: Alfonso Ribeiro, are you really Carlton Banks?
A: It’s not unusual to… (breaks out in dance)..
For the tail end of D.C restaurant week, I had a scrumptious meal at Rasika West End with fellow gourmands. We feasted on an Indian style Thanksgiving by sharing plates, drinks and desserts. I had the lamb sindh curry cooked with robust spices sans anything that would scorch my tongue, lamb kebobs as an appetizer (kind of boring but not bad), and hot gulab jamin with cold vanilla ice cream for dessert.
Service was so good that my friend Andrew (who helped me plan my blog party the following day) was given an extra drink, for free. The Rasika drink was divine. It tasted so fresh, almost like biting into a ripe piece of fruit. I give this restaurant two thumbs up for this wonderful experience!
The day after, I threw a low key 300K Blog hits rooftop party at Casa De la Andrew N. Two days before I commenced festivities, Robert L. Hines aka Toby Jones from Jones Big Ass Truck and Rental Storage Facilities, congratulated the website on its momentous success. That phone call made my day since I find Robert to be a hilarious comedian teeming with raw, vibrant talent.
This year’s blog party featured an array of sausages. If your mind was in the gutter then you are wrong, it’s not that kind of sausage fest. Many of my guests brought chorizo, andouille, sweet, spicy, brautwurst and kielbesa sausages. Since many of my friends are bon vivants, they decided to pair their meaty creations with fine ales and unique wines. The korean sweet and spicy sauce was heavily used on several sausages, as well as sauerkraut, mustard and raw onions, as a way to refine our meat smorgasbord.
Although many of my friends have a refined palate, I wanted to challenge them to unique treats from my local H-Mart. Guests tried melon Milky candies, Mangosteen flavored Kagusai gummies, aloe drink, tamarind candies and sugar cane soda. The tamarind candy left a burning sensation for some but a singular experience for others.
Since my name is Miss Quirky, the name gives it away that I like to be unique and this also rings true for throwing parties. I like to throw unique parties. A Hawaiin themed sausage fest is not singular enough for me, in fact, I threw in a few plastic rats to really outdo myself this year. My friends played around with one fake rat while the other is jammed painfully into my Elmo head cake. One friend joke that Elmo has permanent brain damage due to the rat eating its brain away.
I can honestly forecast, based on my past interactions with D.C denizens, that most wouldn’t be amused with my creative ploy in adding menacing rats to this party. But I do know that people who live away from Washington D.C, would get the humor and may even quote Willard (Famous Movie about a lonely man and his legions of rat friends).
I’m so glad that my friends have a sense of humor, one of them even hid the “rat eating Elmo’s brains” in the crevice of this one grill. We’re all crossing fingers that someone screams bloody murder and faints on top of their pricy LongChamp Purse or on their tacky neon running shoes.
After we ran out of sausages to chomp on, we played a homemade rendition of Hollywood Game Night, ate Elmo’s face then played an interactive dance video game at Andrew’s place. All in all, it was a fun night!
Introspective Thoughts For The Week
- Missed seeing Silver Spring’s Subject to Change perform at Velvet Lounge this weekend due to overeating. I hope to catch their next show in mid September.
- Just finished reading The Namesake, and Jeffrey Gittomer’s Little Red Book on Sales. Now, unto reading The Black Swan by Nassim Nicholas Taleb and Freakonomics by Steve Levitt and Stephen Dubner.
- Learned how to cook a brautwurst sausage by pan frying! I am crossing fingers that what I just made and consumed won’t kill me in the near future.
- Germany knows how to make create electro- pop. I’m starting to like 70’s hit sensation Kraftwerk and can see how they influenced David Bowie and other 80’s wonders.
- If you want to keep the weight off, avoid foods with aspartame, MSG, and anything that says Fat Free on it. I learned this plus other tidbits from the documentary Hungry For Change.