Last night at Wonderland...

...I was cornered in the bathroom by a true Irishman, "straight out of prison," who ranted continuously about the "rich kids of DC."

...Fitsum fell under the influence, began bleeding profusely from the right palm, and the EOS 30d took a hit on the floor.

...a humongous lesbian in a business suit was very openly fondling a skinny bookworm on the dance floor.

...I saw a friend I haven't seen in many moons.

...Funk DC spun the most amazing tunes, and I danced until the lights flashed "last call."

What a great night.