With the exception of three brave souls, the turnout was a bust, but the after party (of sorts) was a blast, complete with tator tots (I will never again doubt their awesomeness) breast talk (which seems inevitable when people encounter me for the first time) and people watching in Adams Morgan (Santa Claus is a P.I.M.P. You heard it here first).
Mari (my Marketing and Special Events Manager) and I sat down for a post-mortem of the event and have decided to try again but tweak a few things in order to garner a better response. If that doesn't work, well then I will put DC down as an official SUCKY town. There, I said it.
But really, I just want to take a minute and thank the few, the proud, the people who came out and stayed out with yours truly, and made what could have been a really crappy night oh-so-much fun.
(pictured, from L-R Super Dave VanBuren, Johnathan Tillman and Bella.)
The rest of you who stood us up can kiss my ass. And I don't mean that in a jokingly, Jaded way. I mean for real, kiss my ass, fuck off, whatever.
*smooches...burning bridges and not giving two ratty shits*
and there it is: Jaded's Breaking Point...never thought you'd see the day, huh?