Today

Today, for the first time in DC, we had a Friday night- we went to Black Cat, a populat night club that featured a reportedly famous rock band: Beauty Pill. The band consisted of an Asian girl, a Black guitarist, and a Turkish-looking dark girl who was my favorite. The band that played before Beauty Pill, Medication, was so mediocre, the music so laud and spiritless, that I could barely wait for their last song. I can't believe I actually listened to their entire repertoire-a total of 12 songs! By the last song, I was seriously disturbed and ordered Levent to order me a drink, I told him "Bu sarkilar ayik kafayla hic cekilmiyor". He told me "Iyi bir noktaya parmak bastin, sen kafayi cek, ben arabayi kullanacagim." Then he was gone into the crowd and returned with a vodka. I drank it in a shot, and spent the rest of the night merrily drank and happily insensitive to tunes and honks. No wonder I "loved" Beauty Pill, they were really good, at least after a glass of vodka... We continued the night in a Mexican pizza shop, Levent ordered us a calzone, the seller tried to trick us into buying two calzones, betting on us being drunk, but Levent was sober enough to object. In the meantime, I was busy analyzing the neighborhood, "100% Mexican". This is the name of an area joint, and a god description of the place. It is also artsy fartsy. We also discovered, as we walked to our Black Cat, a cool theatre, The Studio, that offers rare Russian plays in English versions, such as the plays of Anton Chekhov! Now, this is something I can love DC for. We will definitely frequent the place. We learned later that the district that we "discovered" was in fact Adams Morgan. A historic district, once very prosperous and upscale. Judging by its artistic architecture, and non-mainstream atmosphere, I can tell that when the up-scale glitterati fled, the low-scale litterati invaded the place! Today it is a popular venue for the latte youth. The real news of the day, however, is not Black Cat or Beauty Pill. I cut my hair real short, a la garson. I love my new self. I look different now, part of my re-vitalization efforts. So far, so good. Yes, I haven't changed that much-I still get drunk with half a beer, and I am still not the party girl. But appearance-wise, I was one of the coolest tonight. DC people are real boring-all in black and following the latest fashion. Everybody looked the same. A black crowd with oocasional blondes in between. Black boots, black skirts, black blouses...c'mon, give me a breakkk, I miss the pleazantly wierd, self-expressive people of New York. Especially Soho.