Ironic Twist
seeking irony, because sarcasm clashes with my outfit
Friday, October 03, 2003 :::
I'm meeting my dad and brother at College Park this Saturday afternoon for a football game. Those are my only definite plans for the weekend (this will be the weekend I finally go to the movies, though, dammit), but there's lots to do in D.C. this weekend. So much, in fact, that I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed.
Tonight and tomorrow, there's the Party Monster party weekend at Visions. Come for the movie and stay for special guest DJs Suneel (tonight) and De Rigeur (tomorrow).
On the main stage at the Black Cat on Saturday, it's the Cryfest dance party, with DJs Steve EP and Mellie Mel spinning music from The Cure and The Smiths.
Also on Saturday, resfest, the digital film festival at National Geographic, features a collection of Spike Jonze rarities and the premiere of Interstella 5555, a space adventure by director Leiji Matsumoto and Daft Punk.
And if you're into exploiting blue collar life, Five's "Big 10-4" Redneck Truckers theme party is for you. Wear a trucker hat or a mullet and get in for free. Oh yeah, it's also on Saturday.
Here's the description of the Five party from The Washington Post: "Smokey and the Bandit," "Joe Dirt" and episodes of "Dukes of Hazzard" play on projection screens and drink specials include $3 bottles of Budweiser, $2 drafts and cheap Jack Daniels, Jim Beam and Southern Comfort shots. Also, anyone who dresses up -- think mesh baseball caps, black concert T-shirts, mullet wigs and stonewashed jeans -- gets in free. For a nice contrast, DJs Ray Casil and Taha (two of the finest selectors in town) spin funky, soulful house music on the main floor; there's reggae on the roof. Over and out.
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Thursday, October 02, 2003 ::: You're Not Rich, but Now You Can Fake It. Slate explains the oxymoron of mass elitism, or the New Luxury goods. All I have to say is, by the time I get rich, there better still be ways for me to rub other people's faces in it, dammit.
Tuesday, September 30, 2003 :::
Remember when The Divine Ms. J, who conducted some rhinestone-encouraged research, told us that she had evidence that it was Colin Farrell who hooked up with the closeted Kevin Spacey to get ahead in Hollywood? Well, the fact that he used to model G-strings just to buy some Ecstasy gives more credence to the whole man-whore theory.
From IMDb:
Hollywood wildman Colin Farrell has confessed to taking a regular cocktail of drink and drugs that spiraled him into depression before he achieved fame. The Phone Booth hunk, renowned for his hard partying lifestyle, admitted to taking cocaine, ecstasy, speed and marijuana, as well as copious amounts of alcohol and cigarettes during a period in the mid-1990s. But the new father of baby James says he was left depressed by his over- indulgence and sought solace in a counselor. Colin tells British magazine Radio Times, "I ended up on a shrink's couch and he told me to write down how much I did in a week. Twenty E's, four grams of coke, six of speed, half an ounce of hash, three bottles of Jack Daniels, 12 bottles of red wine, 60 pints and 280 fags. He looked at me and said: 'No wonder you're depressed.'" Colin hit rock bottom in 1993 after he lost out on a place in Irish boyband Boyzone and spent a year in a line-dancing troupe. He continues, "I was a chancer and hustler, out of my t*ts on ecstasy for a year. There's footage of me in a red G-string advertising Christmas underwear. I did it because they paid an extra £10 - the cost of an E. I was going one way - down. I was self-destructive, still am."
01/05: Taint and Bliss present INFAMY, 9:30 Club
01/10: Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton, 9:30 Club
01/19: Benjy Ferree, Meredith Bragg and the Terminals, Greenland, Black Cat 01/24: Hej Hej, Cafe Saint-Ex
