Tuesday, May 31, 2005

To the person who Borrowed, and then returned (most of) my wallet

First off, thank you. Your kindness in mailing the remnants of my wallet back to me saved me the trouble of going to the DMV, for that alone, I forgive you. That alone was worth the $27 you took for shipping and handling. And you are obviously smart enough to avoid using the credit cards, avoiding federal felony charges, brilliant. But did you somehow think that I wasn't going to notice the Smarttrip? that gets cancelled to. I don't begrudge you the one trip from Anacostia South to Rhode Island Avenue last Monday, but here's a little hint for next time: leave the smarttrip and take the $40 paper fare card, that's not traceable or cancelable.

Should you read this, please be so kind as to mail back to me the reciepts, there's a nice one for a pair of glasses that I'd really like to claim on my medical savings account. And the business card from that guy I met last week, I was supposed to get him a proposal to work together. so that'd be great as well.

Oh, and my $27, I'd really like that back too, you were less than fifty feet from my apartment, you couldn't have put the whole thing in the fucking mailbox?

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Slate's David Plotz gets it half right

Head of over to Slate for David Plotz' excellent series on consuming Bar-be-que. He's in Memphis, and here at the WNSC, we feel compelled to second his endorsement of Charlie Vergos' Rendezvous next time you're in the home of rock n' roll. Also, get thee to Graceland, and don't forget to watch the Ducks in the Peabody. Oh, and Sun Studios ain't bad either.


Cameo2: Sorry Ladies, he's all wrapped up! Posted by Hello

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

That’s a Paddlin’

Well as several members of the Wednesday Nite crew prepare for their traditional float down the Rappahannock (wear your bathing suits and Dr. Pepe do apply generous amounts of sun protection) I felt this story appropriate. First let us recall, that despite current hop-based loyalties, there was a time in which we did not partake of the Sierra. No friends-our original drink of choice was the Rappahannock Red of the Potowmac Brewing Company (this of course occurred while Phillipe was “teaching for his life” in Compton). Unfortunately we were quite literally the only people who ever drank the stuff and the HT got rid of said brew. We weren’t quite as entrenched back then, but one wonders the fate of the now out of business Potowmac Brewing Company if held our current sway?

In any event, needing a like-tasting replacement we opted for Sierra and soon found we had made a giant step forward. Within a few short years we had come to be known as the Sierra Club and that Paddle shaped tap of Rappahannock Red was long forgotten by most (but not Washboard). Then one cold night as I filtered into the Hard Times expecting a cool Sierra to magically unfold in front of my seat at the bar, the bartender instead greeted me inquisitively. I didn’t like the looks of this. My heart sank as I was informed there was no more Sierra. As shock waves filtered through by body I staggered to order some other beer. No, I don’t know what I ordered --it’s not important. What is important is that in recognition of our loyalty to either the HT, Sierra-or perhaps just a brief moment when a blind eye was turned-the Sierra Club ended up with the tap head. Join us over the course of the next few weeks as we document our misadventures with our own version of flat Stanley.

After my departure for the Nutmeg state, look forward to updates of the whereabouts of the Sierra tap-a seminal part of Wednesday Nite lore.


p.s. bonus points for identiying the title reference

Monday, May 23, 2005

The Terrible Twos

And now, it's time for another history lesson with Dr. Pepe.

As I was saying, the terrible two (Washboard and Dr. Pepe) had found their “place to be” and the Wednesday Nite tradition was born. But it did not take long for the Terrible Two to grow into the Terrible Three. Washboard and Dr. Pepe were soon joined by Crazy Miss Carla, who used her feminine wiles to enchant one of the Hard Times bartenders and secure our weekly deal on Sierra. Together, the trio began to establish its reputation for bawdy, loud behavior. Often, the conversation revolved around subjects that would make the dirtiest sailor blush. Evenings would often begin in a typical Washingtonian style, discussing light politics, traffic and insane bosses. But soon the Sierra would take hold and the conversation would sour. Regularly, restaurant patrons waiting at the bar to get a table would be subjected to such comments as “He boned her like he owned her.”

With the birth of the Terrible Three came the phenomenon known as the Wednesday Nite Cameo. Every so often, the Wednesday Nite Sierra Club would feature a special guest. Whether friend or family (or foe), all were welcome at the Wednesday Nite. This rule stays firmly in place…TO THIS DAY! But only a select few are inducted into the Wednesday Nite Sierra Club. More on them later.

Next episode...Wednesday Nite: The Institution.

And now for a picture of two Wookies making out

Enjoy your Monday! -phillippe (photo shamelessy stolen from http://www.wrestlecrap.com/swholiday.html where you can see all the info on the Worst Holiday Special Ever!) Posted by Hello

Friday, May 20, 2005

Hey! Wine Snobs! you ARE bullshitting!

I knew it: http://education.guardian.co.uk/egweekly/story/0,,1485021,00.html

When novices talk about this wine or that, the more they talk, the more they're talking baloney. An experiment has proved it. Couldn't have said it better myself.

And, of course, don't forget to regularly check out the Annals of Improbable Research's Blog for daily updates on weird science. And not the kind with Anthony Micheal Hall, neither.


Dear Proponents of, and subscribers to "Intelligent Design":

Please Read this Tom Tommorow Cartoon.

thank you.


oh, the rest of you can as well, I guess.

It's completely Irrelevant

to the subject at hand, but head on over to McSweeney's and read Christopher Dazey's An Open Letter to Shrink Wrap.

In fact, while you're there, check out the whole site. Some of it's quite fun, and not at all as tedious as you'd think

And yes, The Lovely Miss Anna does, on rare occasion, overanlyze things a bit.


Thursday, May 19, 2005

I got the Password!

So after 6 rounds or so of beer, and the added attribute of wearing a skirt, these guys finally gave up their password. Ha ha, poor buggers. I think I'm more of a futile attempt to keep Wednesday nights going, as one of the co-originators is departing our presence in a few weeks. But I'll go along with it. They seem like good people.

What do I think of Wednesday nights? Well it seems to be an excuse for 3 quite intellectual men to banter and scrape at life over pints of beer, until their reasoning blurs and their hunger for Taco Bell exceeds their need to drink. I suppose it's just like any other bar really. But these three, very different as they are, are tied by time, pure exposure, Sierra, and a need to be challenged by eachother. It's a good thing... and I hope they let me stay. I'll tell you how it goes.

- The Lovely Miss Anna

Dr. Pepe and Washboard are really getting into this Star Wars thing. Seen it yet? let us know, our review comes soon...-phillippe Posted by Hello

Friday, May 13, 2005

And the first CameoPhoto. This is Anna, should we keep her? (and yes, boys, she's single! wel, except for the dog.) Posted by Hello

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Don't miss this!

"Foxy Brown"
All poster images courtesy of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, Margaret Herrick Library.

If I can post an advertisement here, go see this exhibit, "Close Up and Black." at the Smithsonian, it's fabulous movie posters that feature African Americans, beautiful. It's underground at the International Center. Posted by Hello

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The Birthplace

If you look to your right, you will notice a link to the Hard Times Cafe. Wait...don't click it! Finish reading first.

Hard Times is the birthplace of the Wednesday Night Sierra Club. In early 1998, Washboard and Dr. Pepe decided to meet at the Hard Times Cafe for a beer after work on a Wednesday evening. Both were living at home at the time, flush with newfound pride from their exciting new "grown-up sit-down" jobs. Adorned in their business casual, Washboard and Pepe met at the appointed hour (5:30 p.m.) and promptly ordered a Sierra Nevada, an exotic microbrew from America's great Left Coast. They ordered another and another and another. Voices got louder, hands began to gesticulate wildly. The Happy Hour deals ended, yet the beer continued to flow. Finally, a truce was called and the pair asked for the check.

Total bill? $15.

And thus, the Wednesday night at the Hard Times in Alexandria was born.

Tomorrow, The Terrible Twos...

The Wednesday Night Theory

Since 1998 the Wednesday Nite has been helping us working stiffs muddle through the workweek. Quite simply we have identified Wednesday night as the optimum evening for revelry as it just breaks up the week perfectly.

Here’s what a typical work week looks like with the Wednesday Nite:

Monday-Boo Monday; nothing can really be done to make Monday good except for President’s Day, Martin Luther King, Jr., Memorial Day, and Labor Day. OK one day down.
Tuesday-You wake up and don’t want to get out of bed until you realize “tomorrow is Wednesday night”. It gets you through.
Wednesday-Sweet anticipation-you take a few moments to gather your better stories, lies, etc.
Thursday-Find something to hold to and move slowly-very slowly. You’ll make it through.
Friday-That’s right before you even knew it Friday is here! You’re ready for he weekend.Yeah Wednesday Nite.

Give it a try.


Wrap-ups, and an announcement

First the bad news. One of our Founding Fathers, Washboard himself, is leaving our fair city in June for new opportunities in the Insurance Capital of the World. He'll be checking in to report his new Wednesday Night adventures, we're sure. So that means we're auditioning replacements. How to do this? should we take out an ad in the City Paper? Is there a section on Craigslist "looking for new drinkin' buddy, must be good storyteller, reasonably articulate and able to hold his beer (Taco Bell aficionados especially encouraged to apply?)" Seems unlikely, doesn't it? Maybe I can put up a flier on the writer's board at Hopkins (my current money destination) writers tell stories, right? and Dylan Thomas could drink..but there's that Taco Bell thing, and Dr. Pepe's already a writer, can I handle TWO of them? would they gang up on me and make me conjugate verbs or something? So there will be auditions.

we had our first audition last night in fact, a first-timer, the lovely Miss Anna came to visit us out in the 'burbs. I think we scared her off at the start, she walked into a heated diatriabe about the *cough* President's *cough* Plan to Eliminate the Social Net and Cast our Beloved Senior Citizens into a Life of Poverty and Despair* (I think they've prettied the name up a bit, but that's the gist of it) You know, for working with Bushbots, you'd think Dr. Pepe would get more of this. But she stayed. And she has a dog. We'll see if she comes back...

And an important annoucement: SAVE THE DATE: Wednesday, June 15. The Return of the King Street Pressure and Cameo Central! More Coming...


Wednesday, May 11, 2005

It's Wednesday, and you know what that means

come round 6:30 ish, we'll be at out current usual spot, the Rhodeside Grill, downing our usual Sierra Nevada and discussing what to put next on this here 'blog.

Please allow me to introduce myself, for the purposes of this Blog, you shall know me as Phillippe, or occasionally Felipe. My core comrades are Washboard and Dr. Pepe. Washboard and I had a radio show back in College on WMHB, back when it was still 90.5...So was born Thank You Mr. T-Bone. For some years now, we have all met on Wednesday evenings to celebrate another week of existence and complain about the world in general. Basically, for several hours, we're Walter Matthau and Jack Lemmon. Sometimes, we'll have cameos, sometimes we'll even pick up others for a time. These are their stories.