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Drift Reality > Washington, DC > November 2003

November 22 - Georgetown Billiards brings back fond memories of when I was a lame-ass preppie Hoya back in the day. On a Wednesday night, I would put on my favorite khakis and striped button down shirt, dig my favorite white three-bar hat out of the closet, and head over to Billiards for a few games of pool.

I would be greeted at the door by some huge bouncer who was actually a friendly guy, then buy an affordably priced pitcher of beer from either the Asian manager with long hair or the voluptuous, scantily-clad blond bartender who would slap someone on the ass and then yell something in an unintelligibly raspy voice.

I would play a few games of pool, realize that I sucked and was becoming drunk, and then go play Ms. Pacman for the next thirty or so minutes. When I got over my irritation at my gimpy pool playing, I would return to the table where I would find a freshly microwaved plate of Mozzarella sticks waiting for me, delicately flavored with the scent of second-hand smoke that pervaded the place.

As I munched on the mozzarella sticks, I would contentedy scan the room full of dorks and Asians (of which I am both).

I went back to Billiards a few nights ago and found that it was exactly the same as I remember it, with the one exception that the voluptuous scantily-clad bartender had now died her hair brown.

Bottom line is that if you are bored with sitting in a bar, drinking beer, why not go sit in a pool hall and drink beer. Even better, why not drink beer a pool hall that also has Ms. Pacman.

Georgetown Billiards is located at 3521 Prospect St. in the courtyard behind Cafe Milano.

November 15 - It's pretty lame that it is already half-way through November and I'm writing the first entry in my web log.

I've been busy with work and seeing as how for the past several weeks, my work has consisted of working on a web site, it's no surprise that after nine hours/day of this, I don't feel like spending my time sitting back down in front of my computer and working on another.

My spare time has been devoted to this documentary, which is becoming increasingly difficult as we get closer to the end of the shooting phase. Personally, I just want the shooting to be over so I can start editing because it's a drain to have to constantly deal with people, especially when everyone has their own lives and don't necessarily want to spend their free time getting together and working on a film.

Am I getting frustrated? Maybe a little bit but that's okay.

 
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