"I don't get the message so you got to run the pigeon." - A Tribe Called Quest, Check the Rhime
Working for gothamist has it's priviledges, Jake buys the beers and the pretzels.
Beer though? Really? Breaking Bread with Brad at the Ginger Man was fun but it has been so long since I drank brewskies. I can't remember the names of the beers I drank. I had two. I also can't remember the names of anyone I met but I do remember the url echoditto.com. I spent a lot of time with the DC contingent. I should have taken pictures of everyone like George.
Malcolm Gladwell came to the party and I experienced what must be my first web celebrity moment. The crowd murmured and swelled with excitement. It was odd.
I won a dvd called "High Risk" that stars James Brolin, Anthony Quinn, James Coburn, and Lindsay Wagner. It looks positively awful. As the name of my site (or some proximity of it) I was left to wonder, how many people read "negro" as "nigga"? And this isn't a race thing, I've had family do the same. What's up with that?
The opening party for the Film Festival at Buffalo Billiards featured some rockabilly band and roller derby girls in one room and a pretty mellow DJ in the other. And lots of bad white people dancing. Like really bad. Like too scary for me to get up and show them how to get down bad. And that means it was really bad because if the beat is right, I need to get down. I left when Rapper's Delight came through the speakers and the entire crowd tried to get funky.
And now it is time to kick balls.