Good Weekend

Last week I signed up for a photography course from the Washington School of Photography (which, strangely, is located in Bethesda) and Saturday was the first of my four classes. We covered much of the basics (which I needed badly) as well the different settings on our cameras and, since I had a full schedule ahead of me, I was sufficiently inspired to fill up my memory card when I went out that night.

I met Hayden in Gallery Place around 5:30 and we had a few Boddingtons at Fado before heading over to the MCI Center for the Wizards/Celts tilt. The 'Skins were on and because of this it was hard to find a bar that wasn't completely packed. We tried RFD first but that wasn't happening, so I thought maybe there would be some space in the new bowling alley, but it was even worse there. People were out in force to watch the game. Reluctantly, we walked back over to Fado, which is usually shoulder to shoulder, but amazingly, was only sparsely attended. Hayden and I also figured out that if you're a single guy looking to meet some lovely ladies, your best opportunity is during the NFL playoffs. There were plenty of beautiful babies in Fado but no guys at all, the girl to guy ratio must have been 5 to 1. I assume all the guys were at the sports bars watching the Redskins game. Anyways, if you're looking to score, now you know where to go.

The game was fun, even though the C's lost on a BS call by the refs. Otherwise Delonte West, who looked good all game long, would have been the hero. We still have no offense to speak of and I'm very frustrated by the lack of progress we're making during the season. Big Al always plays his worst games in DC, a trend I'm hoping he starts reversing immediately. But the game was entertaining and I was suffucuently trashed by the time the final horn sounded.

After the game I headed up to Cleveland Park to meet Ms. Smith for some post-game drinking, drowning of the sorrows stylee. We ended up at Atomic Billiards and caught the last bits of the Pats game.

You can see all of my photos from the night over at Flickr.

Also, since I was labeled as "press" when I went to the screening last week, I should say a few words about Match Point, the new Woody Allen film that Sommer hooked up for a DCist sponsored screening. I enjoyed it alot, although I was squirming quite a bit there at the end. But in a good way. I am by no means a Woody Allen expert (I haven't even seen Manhattan Murder Mystery, which this movie keeps getting compared to) so I didn't really have any expectations going in. I did, at times, have a hard time focusing on the actual movie because I was getting mesemerized by all the luscious lips floating around on screen. Between Jonathan Rhys-Myers and Scarlett Jo, there was alot to look at. But I digress...go see Match Point, if only for Matthew Goode, who I felt stole the show. Too bad his part wasn't bigger. Is it me or does he look like Fran Healy?

Oh wait, I did have one big complaint. Is it too much to ask for thespians in Hollywood to look and act like they've actually picked up a tennis racket before filming a movie invlolving the sport? JR-M looked like he's had a racket in his hands exactly twice in his lifetime and we're supposed to believe he's a tennis pro? We wasn't even gripping the racket properly. Wimbledon was the same way.

Welcome to two years ago.

Busted!

Mo Pete does what everyone else in the NBA wants to do.