"How 'bout Borat?"

"We've seen it."

"How 'bout The Queen?

"I've seen it."

"How 'bout Shut Up & Sing?"

"It's not playing here."

"TJ, you decide on the film, but make sure it's light and humorous. I'm not in the mood to see something heavy."

"Okay, let's see Babel."

"What's Babel?"

"It's this new film with Brad Pitt. I hear it's hysterical."

"Okay, let's see that!"

Cool. So we picked a time to all meet up. However, between all the primping and manscaping, we were not going to make the film on time. There were several phone calls and text messages of "I'm not ready yet." Three of the homosexuals were named Robert. Coincidence? I think not. So we opted for a nice, intimate dinner at Lauriol Plaza.

Lauriol Plaza is great, but I refuse to go in the evening unless Suitcase Sally is coming with us. With his presence, we are allowed to bypass all the angertwinks and heavy-set suburban women, and get a table immediately. I love that feature.

Because of the thousands of people there and dreadful acoustics, trying to have an audible conversation is rather difficult. I tried to interject myself in a few discussions but was routinely ignored, as usual. I would say, "Yeah, but I think property taxes are gonna go up here in DC." Silence. So I would speak louder, "I THINK PROPERTY TAXES ARE GONNA GO UP HERE." "That's great, TJ, but we were debating whether Meryl Streep will get an Oscar nomination for The Devil Wears Prada." Oh. So I resigned myself to having conversations with my finger, "redrum" style, and sending text messages to myself.

Saturday was gorgeous. I got my hair did at the Hair Cuttery. Donna Brazile was there. Yeah, I was kinda surprised too. Good for her for wanting to save a few bucks. As I was leaving, her hairdresser had all her hair sticking straight up. She looked like one of those troll dolls. It was cute.

That evening, a bunch of us descended upon Titan to meet up with our hot tub friends, Tim & Donn. Bubala & Mumi were in attendance.

From there, we headed over to Blowoff (aka "Wear Your Wittiest T-Shirt to a Club Night"). Wow. That event has certainly grown from a small gathering in the downstairs bar to a huge club event. It was pretty awesome. I'm really happy for Bob & Rich; they deserve all the success. One day, during their party, all the music will stop, and a spotlight will shine on me on the stage, and I will show off my mad triangle skillz. One day it will happen, fingers crossed.

All the boys were there. I saw Marcia, Jan, Cindy, Greg, Peter, Bobby, and even Alice. I definitely saw more non-blogging friends, who were cool to chat with, briefly.

A quick shout-out to Robert, Robert, Robert, Josh, Josh and Josh. Great to see you guys!

Fun weekend. Good friends. New people. From all the socializing and eating, I need a nap and a colostomy bag.