queer and loathing

New Orleans != DC

First of all, I want to say that I got to the bar at midnight, stayed until 2:30. During this time I had 2 white russians and 4 diet cokes; hardly enough to blame the fall on when I tripped over a broken sidewalk while walking to the Metro.

No, I wasn’t drunk, but you’d think I was squirting blood from an artery the way the kind folks at Kramerbooks rudely ordered me to leave the building when I stopped in to use the restroom (and to buy a book, honestly.. I was planning to stop there anyway.)

Cant a brother get a paper towel? Shit.

Me: Hi, I’m going to get something, I fell outside, can I use your….
Asshole Resturant Guy: GET OUT!
Me: Excuse me? Can I …
A.R.G.: YOUUUUUUU… are a health code VIOLATION!!! You need a band aid. GET OUT!
Me: Can I get a band aid then? I just need to use..
A.R.G.: You need to GET OUT!!!!! You are BLEEDING! GET OUT!!!!!
Me: But.. can I…
A.R.G.: GETTT OUTTTTT!!!!!!

I will be buying Dirty Job elsewhere, I guess.

The bi-ped dog

It’s a fantastic story (I cried) until you start reading more about her and hear the owners’ drivel about how ‘all the credit goes to Jesus’. Like, there’s thousands of dogs being thrown off bridges in Puerto Rico and others being left in fields to die alone (I couldn’t bring myself to google that article.. it was terrible the first time I read it) .. but the Jesus Himself stopped what he was doing so that your puppy wouldn’t have to use a wheelchair.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s an amazing story of strength and determination - but the credit goes to that pooch!