Tonight, after work, I met Zack, my roommate, and Maria, my manager at the Black Cat. We saw this indie rock band who are friends with Maria (they took her 1973 hearse on tour). Afterwards, we went to JP's, which is, in Maria's words "the sleaziest strip club in D.C." to catch a party where Maria's two midget friends Carlton and Stevie were MCing. There was, so we were told, a bag of money you could pull a bill out of after you did a karaoke.

So, we get to the place, meet Carlton and find out Stevie is drunk out of his mind and got kicked out for feeling up the stripper's crotches. So no karaoke, no bag of money. Carlton hooks us up with drinks, we chill, drink a bit. A guy gives Maria money to give to the girl on stage. He also tries to balance a beer on Carlton's head, which pisses Maria off. A stripper with cat eyes tattooed on her neck come sup and shakes Zack and I's hands silently, then walks off.

We finish our drinks, go outside. Stevie is drunk in his car. He is trying to fit Carlton's keys into the ignition and drive of (Carlton, for seeing this, switched keys beforehand). He sees Maria, then stumbles onto the street with Carton's help. Both Carlton and Stevie are members of "the Little Kings" an all midget band who has opened for Sting and Tenacious D. Carlton talks to us about how he has played drums since the 6th grade. Stevie grabs Maria's crotch. Stevie grab my crotch. Stevie starts throwing a milk crate around, hurling at doors, walls and cars.

We leave.

Saturday night at Fells Point. It was a little cold out, so I guess that was why there weren't as many people running around in the streets, hopping from bar to bar.
There were however, a bunch of off-duty Santa's, hanging out in the bars together. Erica and I walked by one place and there was no less than five Santas sitting at a table. Two parents walked by with their little girl who started jumping up and down exclaiming "Santa!!!".
Some carolers were standing on the corner by the water, and another pack of Santas walked by. Some guy ran up to them screaming "HEY SANTAS!!!". When he got their begrudged attention, he said "we got these singers over here... we need you guys!" They brushed him off, and one of the guys said "sorry mister, Santa needs a beer."
Erica and I went back up to Reptilian, and Artie, one of the new guys, starts hitting on Erica. He always does, calling her names like "dumplin". Artie, like most Baltimore dwellers, ended up here basically by accident. He's going to school, alledgedly for Sociology like Erica. We got into a discussion about "Gender Outlaws", and our vision of an androgenous character shooting guns into the air.
This guy Larry was in Reptilian, talking to himself while he went through every single record in the store. He's at least in his 40's, works some government job, and comes into Reptilian to buy records by bands like The Donnas, The Muffs, and other rock bands with girl singers.
Waiting for the store to close we paged through political zines and made fun of them... Jess started to tell a story about a guy he knows... "There's this Anarchy Kid from Bel Air..."
He only made it tha far before we started making jokes about Gender Outlaw and the Anarchy Kid ride em cowboy whoo wee. "Bel Air Maryland, the Anarchy headquarters of the world haw haw"
By this point Artie had just about talked Erica into going on a date with him on Tuesday. Then his girlfriend walked in to the store.