So…I’m finally writing my recap of last Thursday’s drunken debauchery known as the DC Blogger Happy Hour.

I must say: I had a GREAT fucking time…and to the four hosts (ArJewTino, KassyK, RooshV and VirgilKent): thank you very much for making my first full-blown Happy Hour an absolutely rockin’ time. Of course, I credit myself partially for the funnage…because you know Texans can spread the wealth…especially when the wealth is counted in shots. ;)

Okay…here’s my (somewhat paraphrased) play-by-play:

I walk into the Front Page a little after 7pm because Kassy said she’d be there early because she only had a half-day at work. Considering the massive amounts of fun I had at the January BHH, I figured I’d show up early and actually meet someone of whom I actually had a vague idea of what they looked like…go figure.

When I showed up, I checked my messenger bag at the door (but kept all my leather on…because PETA can suck a fart out of my lily white ass…plus that’s how I identified myself to the hosts…the leather, not my lily white ass) and proceed to walk to the main bar…trying to find someone. Who sneaks up on me but Across the River.

I actually met him a few weeks ago at an impromptu HH with VFD (is it just me, or does VFD sound like an STD? ;)) and her boy Jersey…super cool people that I will most likely be friends with for a long time. Not to mention, I got to meet Writing in DC (who is another, super-cute-but-most-likely-way-too-young-for-me…unless-she-likes-older-guys Texas transplant) during the foray. Great times had all the way around…at least from my point of view.

SO…AtR sneaks up on me while I’m standing at the end of the bar looking like a retard (I sense a theme coming on here) and we start talking…and looking around for other bloggers. I order the first round of drinks on me (even though I’m not the host, I treat my friends and acquaintances well) and we proceed to try to identify someone.

I come up with paydirt first…because Kassy is standing about 5 feet from me right around the corner of the bar talking to DCVita (at least I think it was DCVita) and someone else whose name I forget (because I am SHIT with names…TERRIBLE…Hell, I’m doing good to remember blog names at this point).

So, being the guy I am, I walk straight over, tap the gorgeous brunette wearing a white *ahem* well-cut top on the arm and ask if she’s KassyK. She responds with an affirmative and the ball is rolling like boulders chasing Indy down a South American tomb tunnel. We talk for a bit and introductions go all around (the group is small yet) and everyone is cool. So, we start waiting for the rest of the crew to show up.

A few more of the non-hosts show up while we’re waiting for ATJ, VK and RV. More introductions. VERY cool people (not to mention more than a few hotties…hey, I’m a guy…shoot me :P) whom I hope to meet again.

Finally, AJT shows up…and he is one of the nicest, “funnest” people I’ve met yet in the DC area. We had a great time chatting and doing more introductions. (By this time, I’d been downing shots of Jack and Coronas like water, so forgive me if I generally forget everyone but the hosts and people I absolutely know by this time…we’ll get re-introduced at the next HH. :))

Not long after, VK shows up…and I get the introduction. Again, very funny and super cool guy. We didn’t bullshit a lot, but he’s got a cool vibe. We could definitely hang sometime…especially since I’m a NIN devotee as well.

A while longer and “the Jesus of the Beard,” Mr. RooshV, finally shows up…being fashionably late as he apparently always is. ;) Everyone else was running around like chickens with their heads cut off, so I introduced myself.

Apparently, I have the chin beardage that invokes awe in the eyes of “the Jesus of the Beard.” I count myself suitably blessed. :)

No matter how many people bag on him, RooshV is a very cool guy. I had a great time chatting with him and look forward to more beer-induced chatter in the future.

About this time, I’m waiting for Scarlett to show up. Mind you, I txt’d her the minute I showed up at the FP because she asked me to. I don’t remember all the exact details, but in between me going out for a smoke and txting her, with her txting me back asking me where I am (I was at the front bar…apparently she was at the back bar)…and me running all over the bar (including to the back bar) trying to find her…I find her at the front bar chatting away with some people…after ignoring my last txt.

If I didn’t think she was awesome, I would have peed in her shoe. ;)

So, the rest of the night went well with some more chatting with the hosts…my buying a round of Redheaded Sluts for a bunch of the crew — hosts as well as bloggers I already knew — and some I’d just met…as well as a long chat with a super-duper-cool girlio about how much the Supersuckers and the Rev. Horton Heat rule…

…let’s just say I have no complaints…and I look forward to the next BHH…wherever it may be.

Catch y’all next time around. :)

PS: I know there were 1 or 2 pix taken of me on Thursday. If you remember who I am and what I look like…and have those pix…please email me. I have very few photos of yours truly and it would be nice to have something that wasn’t 3 years old. ;)

PSS: If any of the female bloggers I know or met the other night want to help me pick out glasses…my appointment is in Crystal City at 6pm on Tuesday. Yeah…I know it’s short notice….but I trust women to help me pick out something as essential as prescription glasses because I’m hoping they will want to make sure I look good and not like your average trendy retard. I mean…Hell…I have to wear the glasses almost as much as I wear my contacts. Email me if you’re up for an excursion tomorrow night. :)

(UPDATE 09.08.07: Kassy asked me to remove the pic, so I did. That is all.)