Last night, R and I went to a Groundhog's day party thrown by one of her coworkers. I've decided to start celebrating groundhog's day as no one pays too much attention to it, and it seems like a holiday that wasn't made up to sell cards. The party was at R's coworker's house just southeast of capitol hill. They have a small, but amazing place with a good back plot that actually has three whole trees in it. This was the fourth year that they had had a party for G-Hog's day (I'm also going to start calling it G-hog's day, just haven't figured out the capitalization quite yet), but this was the first time that they had had the party catered. The food was fantastic and it gave them a chance to actually mingle with their guests, which was nice.
There were a lot of very... well... well-off people at this party, some moreso than others. I got to meet a judge who likes Nascar, so that was fun. I also got to meet a guy named Hubert from Eastern Tennessee. Hubert regularly referred to himself as a hillbilly and like to talk shit about everybody else inside the party being all stuffy, but that they were really all right deep down inside. Hubert was at his third party of the night and confessed to being drunk on several occasions. Probably the most genuine guest at the party, it turns out that Hue owns a construction company, drinks all day and buys real estate. He owned three houses on either side of where the party was and his company was putting up high-rises in three cities. "Pretty good for a Hillbilly from Eastern Tennessee, Huh?"
Upon leaving, R and I went to get a cab. Usually, the reason for taking a cab instead of your car is to avoid driving under the influence of alcohol. This proved to be completely impossible, as our cab driver appeared to be completely sauced. Besides his general good humor (which everybody knows is unnatural and unattainable without drinking... right?) and his asking questions about people that we were talking about whom he had never met, what really tipped one off was that he giggled for almost the entire ride. What can I say, he almost made me want to start driving a cab.
Sunday, February 01, 2004
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