The tax man cometh.

All I ever care about when it comes to my taxes is that "line 72 is more than line 63". Refunds all around.

E-file'ing has to be one of the best tools invented. No hassle of forms and going to the post office. And for a mere $25, they direct deposit my refunds. Hot dam!

3 weeks to wait for it, then it's a party at Mackies.

Good Stuff . The man, the myth, my father. Oh yeah, and me.

Well, if Matt's not going to update his blog, I will.

Been working quite a bit, making good things happen for the company. I'll hopefully be moving up to a more senior role once some issues get ironed out. Enough about work...

I swear I must be a gay magnet or something. I know I'm attractive, but that's not even it. I'm at one of my favorite irish bars here in DC, Mackies. Another trip to the washroom and 2 more guys are coming out of the stall. What's with this city, really? I haven't ever taken a girl to a bathroom stall and tried this stuff, I mean I've asked, but they don't seem to keen on a dirty mens bathroom encounter. Honestly, I don't blame them, that's why hotel rooms, back seats of cars, and elevators were invented. Yeah ;)

I was thinking I would start posting the interesting things I find my self staring at each day in DC. Enjoy.

I'm out to dinner at an expensive restaurant, the Hays Adams. I'm enjoying a great meal with company. The food and service were excellent. The meal is winding down and I feel the need to use the washroom before leaving.

I'll be honest here. Sometimes when I head to the washroom, I find it hard to go #1 in front of other people, so it takes me awhile to get going. Ok so that's not that bad, usually referred to as "shy bladder". While I'm standing at the urinal, I can over hear someone in the closed stall behind me. Not thinking anything of it, I continue to go about my business.

What now strikes me as odd, is that I can tell the guy in the stall isn't alone and repeating another man's name in a breathy tone. Yeah, the guy was totally getting blown right there in the bathroom. There were some key phrases being thrown around that made it abundently known that's what was going on.

I try as hard as I cn from not laughing and finish peeing at the same time, which, let me tell you at this point is a very tough task. It's tough enough for me to just go in front of other people, but to have some sort of sex act going on 5 feet away, that just makes it next to impossible.

Well, I finally finish up, and apparently, so do the 2 gentlemen in the stall. I wash my hands and scoot out as fast as possible. I have to retain this story till now, because my dinner company wouldn't have appreciated it.

So I share this with you DC. World I never knew.

Jack's back.

And this time, it's for real. Monday's goal, "24: The Drinking Game".

Bring it.

So the company is growing, and with more upstater's by the day. I wonder how many MSC alumni I can fit into Washington, DC. The tally now is 3. Hopefully it can only go up.

Hit the International Spy Museum this weekend. Not exactly worth $16, but cool none-the-less. Here's me looking inquisitive with a ninja watching my back. Those crafty ninjas. Wu-tang.

So my debit card number somehow got in the open and an unexpected charge was brought to my attention by my bank. Wheew, thank god about that one. Unfortunatly, I don't have a card for the week, which severly limits my drinking and such.

Back to the grind.

So the house full of guests is gone and it seems like it's back to normal in DC. The crowds picked up, the metros crowded again, and the weather is finally turning ugly.

Hey hey for 2007.

Maybe this year will be better than the last... -- Counting Crows