... you just keep on lickin'!

Meet Yogi the Pug. He's hip, he's hairy, he's handsome ... and he's our "Club Rev" team mascot!

Join us for a happy hour to benefit the Race for Hope @ Dragonfly on Friday the 13th!

Email me - kellyann at gmail.com - and I will put you on the evite! (Put "dragonfly" in the subject line so I can find it - thanks!)

Labels: charity, dc, kac on the town, race for hope

Get your 80s on tonight ...

"We are back. This is DC's best 80s party. There is no other. Many of you have been and we are coming back for one more time to kick off the new ownership and management of Zucchabar, now called The Attic. We have not had our killer 80s party in quite a while, so expect this one to be packed. Glow bracelets and other giveaways will, of course, be here."

$4 16oz Buds
$4 Bacardi Cocktails

For ADMISSION, location and more details visit Strange Love DC!

Labels: 80s parties, kac on the town

One of my favorite partners in party crime, Mr. Van Wylder, thought I needed to be grounded.

"KAC! It's time to stop FLYing and come back to Earth, where the real people live," he said just a few hours after stepping off the jet.



"Real people? You mean beer drinkers? Ergh!" That did sound like punishment.

I really didn't wanna leave the mile-high protection of Plastic Land, but I got my camo on, pulled on some boots (pedi protection!) and took off on the D.C. Dive Bar Tour: Destination - Chief Ike's Mambo Room.



As I cleaned off the old, crusty bar stool with one of my emergency Wet-Nap towelettes and ordered a drink, I really did feel as if I'd jumped outta 1st class sans parachute and landed right, smack-dab in a urine-soaked puke pit run by the devil.



Thank God for Napoleon -- within screaming distance of Chief Ikes. The bartenders there nursed us back to our reality (OK, well, me).



They people are really nice at Napoleon. They clean their basement - and stock it with champagne!



So unless you're big and strong like a Gold Cup Navy Seal parajumper (they drink beer, I've seen them do it), you might wanna skip that Ike-y icky Adams Morgan hub.



Apparently, it's where the anti-posh have landed.



Chief Ike's Mambo Room: Not for germophobes outta Purell, docs lacking latex, pilots sans O2 masks or plastic girls in Prada. And nothing like a pow pow!

Labels: adams morgan, dc, dirt, dive bars, fly, fuggin, james, kac on the town, like skank me out, night shift, pissed, ramblings, slavery in the city

Get 'em while they're hot!

Photos: Saturday's Courage Cup Sponsors Party

Labels: charity, courage cup, dc

Labels: charity, courage cup, dc fashion, events, washington socialites

Who names their bouncing baby girl Friday, anyway? Nobody.

If parents did, their poor teen-aged daughters would be living one hell of a high school nightmare. I can hear the jokes echoing through the steel locker-laden hallways as I type ...

"Thank God It's Friday!"
"Yo, Girl Friday! Bring me some coffee!"
"So where'd he take you on your date ... TGIFriday's?! Ha, ha, ha!"

Who created this God-awful name?

It's actually a variation on Man Friday, which was one of the main characters of Daniel Defoe's novel Robinson Crusoe. The name later become an expression used to describe a male personal assistant -- or servant -- especially one who is particularly competent or loyal, says Wikipedia.

So why don't we ever hear this Man Friday term? Maybe it's because Man tossed it out and made Girl his servant.

A true gentleman would have (at the very least) called her Woman Friday ...

Labels: like skank me out, night shift, pissed, ramblings, slavery in the city, tgif, the sleep deprived

This is an Apple ad called Think Different.

It's one of my faves, well, because it makes me feel good about being nuts.

Labels: night shift, ramblings, words to live by

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