A month ago I posted about the monthly Guitar Hero competitions at Wonderland. If you need to be reminded, I am the four-time champion. My fingers are fucking magical. Someone left a comment that hit the nail on the head:
Actually, I’m just busting your chops. I’m glad that you make an effort to find things you enjoy about living here. I mean that.
So, yeah. I found a pleasant way to kill my time in a city I don't particularly enjoy. Good for me. Of course, it was only a matter of time before that was taken away from me.
The Wonderland competitions are no more. The hostess who organized them was fired. This is a travesty and apparently they’re signing petitions at Wonderland to bring her back, but, ugh. My monthly respite from DC drudgery is destroyed.
Asylum featured a Guitar Hero competition yesterday. I apologize to all (2) of the people who e-mailed me asking for details on the next competition. I didn’t find out about it until the end of the workday. Naturally, I won. That’s five championships for those who are counting. But it wasn’t the same. The competition ending at 1am instead of 9pm certainly had a lot to do with that. Don’t these people have jobs?
God damn it. Now what am I going to do with my Thursday nights?