Ok, 99% of you need to get your minds out of the gutter. That's a motorcycle reference.
It was a pretty good weekend. About 15F warmer than I'd have liked. Left work a little early on Friday, loaded the bike and hit the highway. 162.5 miles and 3hrs 15min from my door to DC. Temp ranged from 92-100F. Saw 2 accidents, 3 complete stops/stop-and-go and one instance of a young man standing by his car with his hands up while 4 cops point guns at him. And that was on 476, not in DC. Everyone in their cars behind the cops were on their cell phones :p
Friday night went for paella (yum!) and sangria. Great food, great company. Saturday morning took the train into DC, walked a little, saw the Freer and Sackler museums (mostly Asian art) and had a red/white/blue ice pop (they were bomb pops when I was a kid. Now an All American Freedom pop or something.)
Stopped by The Asylum Motorcycle Bar and Lounge (http://cityguide.aol.com/washington/bars/venue.adp?sbid=102200553) for a couple (ok, 3) Woodchuck ciders and some of the best fries with cheese and chili ever eaten by man or beast. Yum. Decided to nap as the show started late.
Went to an organic Italian restaurant for dinner. Again, yum. Salad, multi-mushroom pizza, and a rush to the CVS for Benedryl. My poor dinner companion had an allergic reaction to something in the food. Damned all natural food!
Finally, to the Velvet Lounge (http://www.velvetloungedc.com/) for the show. Met the band (The Blackout - http://www.theblackoutdc.com), gave leftover pizza to Patrick (vocals, guitar, etc.) and had a couple of Raz&Tonics. Also met Kim - biker, photographer, tough chick, cool chick. Liked her and the band immediately.
Hello Tokyo (http://www.hellotokyomusic.com) was the first act. They were really good, the best I might expect from a little venue like this. Their drummer is also a pro rollerblader, so she (yes, *she*) was absent, but they had their drum parts on a laptop. The wonders of technology. Check them out online and go see them if you have the chance.
The Blackout took the stage next, the crowd become larger (and more packed in - I'm too old for a late-night, all standing show), and the music started. Oh, my gosh. They were great. I could not believe how well they played (especially impressed by Patrick on guitar and the drummer) and how good the songs were. These are real musicians. Check them out, too, and see what I mean.
We cut out early as, well, I'm old and someone had taken an antihistamine %^) Argued with the 3rd taxi driver of the weekend (are they all idiots?) and got to sleep at . . don't know when. But sleep was had. Then wake. Off to a fab brunch complete with mimosa and whole grain waffles. Packed the bike and headed north.
The return trip was about 3 miles longer, only one traffic slow down, 3F cooler (on average) and just under 3 hours. And I had a blast dodging in and out of traffic, twisting the fun handle.