Majestic Living

So my upstairs neighbour tosses a flyer under my door today telling me he’s having a party tonight, and if he gets too loud, I should let him know.

Funny enough, this building is so old and solid, I don’t hear a thing, I didn’t know if the party was last night or this night. At 10-ish, I went upstairs to see if it was, in fact, tonight, and whaddya know – it was and it was rocking too! This fulfilled my ultimate goal for the day – to not leave my building.

Hey, as the weather service said, it was an wind advisory: gusts up to 60MPH likely. Who wants to be out in that? And why, when @ the Majestic, the party comes to you! Or in my case, a string of supermodels.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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