My friend Cary came down to apply for a job doing MMORPG programming for the upcoming World of Darkness game, and he picked quite a good weekend to come; partying abounded all weekend long.

Friday was the 10th anniversary of CCP being formed (the company that makes Eve Online, that merged with White Wolf not long ago), and there was a little office party amongst the White Wolf people that didn’t go to Iceland for the celebration. We had DJ Caz10 spinning some music, some pizza, some wings, some free beer, and cool people with pink baseball bats. All right, only one person had a pink baseball bat. That lasted a while, then afterwards we decided to spend the rest of the party budget on booze at The Independent. Free booze; who am I to argue?

Then Saturday night, my man Clark was in town with his brother, and we went to a hole-in-the-wall bar called The Cavern, in the Virginia Highlands (our friend Erin is one of the bartenders there). There were a few highlights of this little sojourn, the first being drunken dancing guy. Every bar has one — he’s the guy that spontaneously bursts into dance, doing the same dance all night long regardless of the tempo changes in the music. He bumps into people, spills drinks, nearly gets into several fights (but is blissfully unaware of that fact), and eyes girls like they’re a New York strip steak and he hasn’t eaten in a week. I couldn’t help but dance around with him at one point during the night; his uninterruptable groove was unrelenting and irresistable.

Later, a blond chick walks in and past us, grabbing the stares of the guys. They proceeded to talk as guys do, and my main contribution is, “Nice tits. Fake, but nice.” This is met with grumbles of disagreement, and Jeff shaking his head vehemently at me. He insists that they’re not fake, and I just shrug and respond, “I know these things.” So he asks if I want to bet. Well even if I wasn’t sure of myself, I’d bet just to see how exactly he planned on approaching her — he was sauced, so it could have gone any number of ways. Next time we see her is about 45 minutes later, and he stops her.

Jeff: Hey, this is going to sound like a really odd question, and please don’t slap me for asking–
Blonde: I won’t slap you.
Me: That’s because you haven’t heard the question yet.
Jeff: Well me and my friend here were wondering… are they real?

And of course, they were fake. She was really nice about it though, and wondered how I knew, insisting that she tried very hard not to go too big, to keep them real looking. To her credit, they weren’t unrealistically big at all; I told her that it was actually a really good job, then just shrugged again and said, “But I know these things.” To which she mumbled something about knowing that she should have worn her other bra.

Not much else went on that night; Clark’s ultra-shy brother was being bodily tossed into women by the group of us, and actually fairing pretty well. The tab at the end of the night was $10, for 2 gin and tonics, and one of… whatever highly alcoholic fruity drink it was that Erin made for Cary. This bar shall have more of my business, I think.

Sunday night was Grem’s birthday party — a grand gathering of all sorts of people to celebrate a friend turning a year older, with grilled food, booze, video game playing, the Kentucky Fried Movie, and sparring. I have video of Grem going after the piñata, which I shall post… whenever I get to it. Not much to note, though; no real injuries or craziness, other than Bear breaking a chair. It was plastic, he was Bear; that about sums it up.