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Ricin-free on Capitol Hill

January 12, 2009

Wow — I’m managing or tending to so many Web sites I think my head could blow up. I’ve got my day job over at, my blog at Wired Journalists, I’m trying to build a wedding Web site for my fiancée and me … and then there’s this one.

So if my posts become extremely short or sporadic, I’m probably in one of those other four places (or Twitter, or Flickr).

I’m obviously really busy and last Friday I thought I could use a break. And naturally the first three words that came to mind when looking for a way to relax were: Gay. Pub. Crawl.

Nikki and I singing I Wanna Dance With Somebody at the Crescent

Nikki and I singing "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" at the Crescent

The pub crawl part was predetermined. My brother’s 21-run had been much delayed (for a number of reasons) so I decided I’d take him out on the Hill. I figured the War Room, Barca Lounge — all the usual spots. But then, some ignorant asshole had to go and anonymously threaten a ricin attack against 11 gay bars on Capitol Hill. Look: I’ve got enough of a problem with arbitrary terrorism, but when a group of people are targeted because of something they can’t control … I just felt compelled to respond.

Not like said “response” was anything insanely difficult — just a matter of throwing back drinks and belting out Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance With Somebody.”

The night was also an occasion to raise a few glasses to the staff of the Seattle P-I, who found out on Friday (along with the rest of us) that they’re being put up for sale, which, in journalism speak is as Twitter user Will_Bunch says, “like when your parents said that your elderly dog was ‘going away to a farm.'” (This P-I news was bad enogh, but it was also bungled horribly by those in high places and I plan to blog about it at Wired J later in the week.)

Anyway, kudos to the people who hastily organized the crawl, too. To my knowledge, no one succumbed to any ricin-based effects and it sounds like it may have been a sort of blessing in disguise. The bartender I talked to at The Elite (one of only two bars we made it to — the night went fast) said he’d never really seen a line out the door.

I posted a bunch of pics of the crawl to my Flickr account (one of which wound up on the CHS blog) for anyone to enjoy.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. January 12, 2009 11:09 pm

    lol, that’s a great song to do karaoke too. How do you manage to do all those sites, I have trouble just with this one : )

  2. paulbalcerak permalink*
    January 14, 2009 7:41 pm

    Funny you should mention that.

    I just have a lot of ideas buzzing around and I find it’s easier to organize them according to what parts of my life they fall into.

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