Yesha Callahan

Well Damn, It’s Monday…Again

I can’t stand Mondays.

They seem to be the bane of my existence, especially if I actually have to plan a Monday in the office. Getting up on Mondays seem to be a constant struggle, week after week. Take for example this morning. Last night I made it a point to head to bed early. I was pretty much exhausted after a weekend where I managed to go out Friday and Saturday night (more on that in a few), so getting a good sleep was mandatory. I think I went to bed around 9something, I don’t have a clock in my bedroom, so I can’t be exactly sure, I was pretty much in a deep sleep, until I was awaken by a noise. I could have sworn someone was trying to come into my bedroom window. My first instinct was to reach under my bed for my “little friend”, but I reached for the light instead and saw that everything was OK. I sat there for a few minutes trying to figure out what the noise was, only to realize it was a bush hitting my window quite roughly because of the wind. After that, it took me about 30 minutes to fall back asleep, and even then, it was filled with me tossing & turning.

5:30 and the alarm on my blackberry goes off.

5:40 I’m still laying in bed.

6:oo I  manage to pry myself from the mattress.

6:35 Some how I managed to talk myself into heading into work, and I’m sitting in lovely beltway traffic.

So basically, that’s how all of my Mondays start out. Week after week after week.

Now here I am, it’s 2pm on a Monday, and I’m still laughing at my weekend, as well as recuperating from it. Friday night, a few people I know gathered up at Chi-Cha Lounge, for drinks and hookah, which included @ThePBG, @True2Me1, my old coworker from NIH and HWSRN (he who shall remain nameless). The conversations were interesting to say the least.  I was actually pretty surprised that HWSRN decided to come out, because we never mix friends. I rarely invite him to hang out with mine and vice versa. In any event, the night was pretty low key, I got my hookah fix and a few good laughs.

Saturday proved to be a  little more interesting. My coworker and I decided to hang out, so I picked a few places for us in DC.  Because she doesn’t get to DC often from B-more, she HAD to stop by Ben’s Chili Bowl.

Now doesn’t that look appetizing?

No, I didn’t think so.

Neither were the after effects. Can we say pepto bismal? I will never, ever, ever eat anything else that has to deal with Ben’s Shitty Chili Bowl.

After eating, what would eventually make my stomach feel like a bunch of midgets stomping on it, we headed over to Ozios. I just couldn’t get enough of the nicotine at Chi-Cha lounge from the hookah, I needed a 2nd helping of it via cigar smoke. This time I made it a point not to indulge in any cigars because the last time ended up with me in the bed crying because of a migraine headache.

At Ozios, we ran into Pennywise.

Well, not exactly the clown, but the only person on the face of the earth, with teeth resembling his.  I can’t make this shit up. He was someone I met a few years back, and our first meeting proved to be our last. The teeth. I couldn’t deal with. Rotten, fangled, mangled, just messed up teeth! Any man with a job & insurance has no excuse to have teeth that looks as though he’s chewed on mouth fulls of candy and rocks for most of his life. Oh, and you couldn’t tell this man, he wasn’t the finest thing in the club. When I informed my coworker that I knew him and only recognized him from his teeth, she tried her hardest not to make direct eye contact with his mouth, but it was like, he knew how to talk, just so his lips were constantly covering his teeth.  Not only did he have horrible teeth, but he was a horrible liar. Everything he told her, was the complete opposite of what I knew about him. He went from being born & raised in DC, to recently moving here from Florida.  You ain’t got to lie to kick it, but your ass surely needs a dental plan and some veneers.

After having a few laughs at Ozios, it was on to Little Miss Whiskey’s to hear DJ Stylus’ set.  Up until this past Saturday, I’ve never hung out on H Street, but I figured it would be just like any other gentrified area of DC, and it definitely didn’t prove me wrong. DJ Stylus of course did an amazing set, but it seems as though one bartender in particular, really didn’t like the music that he was spinning, especially since he made the comment, “God, I wish this garbage music will be done with soon”. I found that comment pretty interesting.  But as I figured, the bar was full of hipsters, who probably weren’t used to the few black people who were there.  Just another sign of  the gentrification of another DC neighborhood.

In a nutshell, that was the weekend. It’s the last few minutes of my day at work, and I’m already counting down till Friday.  I’m sure I’ll manage to squeeze a mental health day into my weeks some how.

  1. January 25, 2010 - Reply

    That wind was a BEAST for real. Woke me up at 4:30 and I never went back to sleep for real. I'm sitting here pissed about it all over again. Damn!

    You have to prepare your stomach for Ben's. I learned that the hard way, too. ::sigh::

  2. January 25, 2010 - Reply

    “At Ozios, we ran into Pennywise” – I haven't recovered yet from this line in this blog entry. Oh my good sweet damn. LMAO

  3. January 25, 2010 - Reply

    I swear I wish I could get a picture of his teeth.

  4. January 25, 2010 - Reply

    Believe me, I was forewarned, but didn't heed the warnings..never again.

  5. January 26, 2010 - Reply

    ROFL…I'm surprised you didn't get at least one pic

  6. January 26, 2010 - Reply

    LOL! believe me…I thought about it…but I'm sure he doesn't make an effort to smile..lol

  7. January 27, 2010 - Reply

    Ok, u are wrong for the Steven King clips… I hate that dam clown. But on the subject of Pennywise.. that was quite funny!

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