Friday I rummaged in my closet to find my finest 80s attire, convinced there was no need to purchase anything additional for the occasion. I met the Fashionista at her place to head over to meet the others. Her hair was in fine curly fashion, complete with bright eye shadow. We both were donning our legwarmers (naturally).
No better way to meet new faces than in themed attire, right? We took all sorts of pics, including some fabulous guitar shots courtesy of Guitar Hero. I was talking with the Titan who in overhearing the group asked what we were doing over there. "Oh, we're just posing for pictures." When he comes next week for Jazz on Jackson, he'll understand the photos.
It was definitely a show where appropriate attire was a must. If I had not been in full garb, I would have felt awkward. The band was great. They played all those traditional faves... Bon Jovi, Madonna, the Knack's "My Sharona". Only complaint was the band electing for a 45+ minute intermission. Don't get what that was about. Luckily, our candy ring pops lasted for hours on end (perhaps not so lucky for our hair - ewww). I headed out with the Fashionista when she made an early exit (her excuse was being Dewey-licious early in the AM, and mine being the apartment hunting I'd planned). Saturday was the MS State Society's annual Mississippi on the Mall event. The weather was perfect - the sun was out throughout the entire day and it somehow hadn't reached that typical level of June DC humidity. Mag is always up for work over the summers, so seems that MS on the Mall is our annual tradition. Now that AM has moved up to DC, she was able to join us for the festivities. The day included live music by the Wil Gravatt Band, a fine Southern spread of food (fried catfish, hushpuppies, cornbread, fresh sliced watermelon), and representatives from all the Mississippi universities and colleges (GO STATE!).
After the event wrapped, it was over to Old Ebbitt. We wanted to introduce AM to a DC staple everyone should experience at least once. From there, we capped off the evening at Cantina Marina. It was the perfect night for Cantina... don't think I've been there on a more perfect night. The place looked like everyone else thought the same thing -- it was full, but not crazy like Local 16 rooftop this time of year. They had someone playing accoustic guitar, which was just perfect for being down on the waterfront. As we were getting ready to head out, AM was chatting with a gentleman who turned out to be a horror film producer. Um, in DC? We decided our random factor was maxed and it was time to head home.
Yesterday, the DG, WT, and myself indulged in a little Belgian brunch action (Cafe Belga - highly recommend) before heading out to make a pre-party run to the Target. We all seemed to be in a singing mood... highlights were us singing and dancing through the aisle in Shopper's Food Warehouse to Hall and Oats' "You Make My Dreams Come True" and having a guy apologize (and grin) for interrupting our moves. Good times. And I'll save more on the party and fun to come for later.