On Saturday afternoon Silbatron and I were reminiscing about the last great outdoor party in DC, an accidental find due to an address mix up in 06 that ended with us being subsequently discovered as crashers when the host insisted on posing for a photo with each departer. The irony was the host insisted we were acquainted after our crash confession, and it turned out he was right – we had spent a distant fourth of july together and his wife was a classmate, so officially still crashers but at least familiar crashers.
Last night after 6 people took one cab from Perry’s roof to Brightest Young Things, silbatron was lost in a single cab and passed bright lights and a red carpet warehouse party on 14th. Later we crashed the party and had a blast. The picture below of Jesus 2, deserves a detailed recounting of an unsolicited dance floor confession to one shocked E =Wsq, but it is better told over a pint, and in a setting where the language can be fully appreciated. You can read fellow crasher Bassik’s write up here and my photos here…
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