Thursday Night is like the Warp Zone

Remember Warp Zone, from Mario Brothers? Like, old school Nintendo circa 1987? Du nu du nu du nu. I hated those fucking plant things that would trick you into thinking the tube was clear, but then pop out and kill your ass. Die in a fireball.

So my topic of the day is: Thursday late-night ~partying~

If you are a regular Metro rider, you’ll know the types of crowds that usually pile onto the 6-car train by the day of the week, and the time of the day. Metro has this 3 am rush hour fee that they like to impose on poor drunk souls during Friday and Saturday late nights. Probably to make up for all the money lost in lawsuits due to said drunken souls falling into tracks and hurting themselves. But last week I experienced something foreign and fascinating – the Thursday night crowd.

Thursdays is the worst day of the week. Arguably, you could say that Wednesday is the shittiest because it’s smack dead in the middle. But see, Thursday makes you want to kill something, because it’s like the teaser Friday: almost there, but not quite. Anyway, last Thursday I went out to happy hour and hookah with some friends in Adams Morgan. We took the Metro because a) parking in Adams Morgan is an illusion, and b) um, we were drinking. Hours later, on our way home, we witnessed an interesting site - drunken 20-somethings mingling with the late-night working/student crowd. It was like Jekyll and Hyde of the Red Line.

It was wild because you don’t usually see two things from opposite poles collide in the most gaudy of fashions. I didn’t know whether to be annoyed at the other drunks because it was a weekday, or to jump around and throw myself in the trash can with them because I was one of them. Only on Thursday can this bastard child of obscenity be created.

There really is no concluding point to this observation other than I think I enjoy the mindfuck of Thursday night partying. And the Redskins still suck.