The good, the bad, the ugly Yesterday, Nabbalicious and I went to DC. We hung out in Georgetown for the afternoon and then to see Ben Lee. It was a nice day. UNTIL. The good: • We went to Paper Source and each got Homeowner's Record Keeper books. I can't wait to fill it in! Alyssa, you need this book. It's "the perfect place to keep track of home repairs, maintenance, plans and dreams." SO FUN. • We ate the most amazing pizza at Pizzaria Paradisio on M Street. Five cheeses, garlic and parsley (and I added mushrooms and drizzled some olive oil on it). It was heaven. Nabbalicious especially enjoyed the garlic bread. Not just bread with garlic on it. No, no. This was bread drizzled with olived oil and a mound of roasted garlic to spread on it. It was all very, very yummy. We recommend it. • We found a great parking space right outside the club's front door. When does that happen? (It's OK because that city owes us. BIG.) • Ben Lee is awesome. So cute and he interacts really well with an audience. • Ben Lee smiled at us. The bad: • Pierre L'efant, I hope you are happy down there in hell. We didn't see you walking the streets of DC, the city which you so BADLY laid out. But, we really did think we were in hell. We left Georgetown more than an hour before we had to be at the club and still it took us forever to figure out how to get there. Props to Nabbalicious for driving. She's a brave girl. We were telling a guy at the concert how much trouble we'd had finding our way around and he said the city is laid out so badly because no one wanted "our enemies" to be able to find the Capitol, so they put a bunch of state streets between the letter streets. Well, it certainly works. Only thing is, WE'RE not the enemy. • Standing for four hours in one tiny spot while the guy who pushed his way in front of you keeps jabbing his elbow into your breast. • Standing in one tiny spot for four hours. • Opener Har Mar Superstar. The ugly: • Almost having meltdowns because we couldn't find out way around. When we got out of the car at the club, we were both really rattled and shaking inside. But I think Ben Lee was worth it. • Har Mar Superstar and his little groupie making out in front of everyone. • Har Mar Superstar and his little-man syndrome. This guy. He took off his shirts. He had on two and a jacket. At first he was amusing, but a girl in the front had the audacity to turn her head when he put his hand down his pants. I was afraid of what he was going to do, but since I was right in front of the stage I just stared at a point right behind him. He started yelling at this girl a few people to the right of us, but at first I couldn't tell if it was part of the act. It wasn't. He cursed her several times then told her to get out. She didn't. And good for her. We weren't there to see him. And he just would not let it go. He kept dwelling on her "diss." He was DISgusting. And I thought his music was kind of cool, but knowing what a jerk he is, I will never buy anything with his name on it. I can't end it on such a crappy note, though. Because we did have a good day. And it's not over. We're seeing Ben Lee again tonight. I just hope Horrible Marble Sweatystar (one version of about 50 nucknames that Nabbalicious and I came up with on the way home) can behave himself tonight.