snapshots from D.C.

Like photos in front of memorials, here are some snapshots stories set in D.C.

The show is supposed to start in 5 minutes – Evan, Andy and I have just bought a permanent marker at CVS and are crammed in the one-toilet bathroom giggling. We’re trying to duplicate the “B” inscribed on Evan’s hand so the bouncer won’t ID me and realize that I’m underage. Another success.

Andy, after we found a glorious non-vegan pizza place: “I’m just going to go out and knife someone and drink their blood.”

We rented the van from Enterprise for three days. Enterprise closes at 6PM. Yesterday at around 7PM we realize that it has already been three days, and we have to get the van back to Baltimore. With delighted surprise I report that Enterprise is an extremely chill company and didn’t give us any hassle.

Maggie to Jordan: “Yeah but you can do that because you’re a musician”
Jordan: “I like that a lot, no one’s ever called me a magician.”
Maggie: “ . . . well that’s because people are stupid.”

Tonight we got hit on by three incredibly drunk and gay black men. They were nicest strangers I’ve met in the city.

Jordan, to some bar in a desperate last-ditch attempt book gigs for next week:
“We’re not normally a punk band, but we’re incredibly versatile and could do punk covers of our own songs if the crowd doesn’t dig what we normally do.”

Tell us your thoughts. Here are some questions to ponder that have come up in conversation recently:
Does your vote matter?
Can one person make a difference in the world?
What makes you satisfied?

p.s. the show was wonderful and I loved seeing everyone that came out to it. I don’t write much about the shows because writing about our performance usually isn’t as expressible or comical or interesting as all of the other things that occur to us. Plus we’ve been recording most of them and plan on putting the recordings online soon. But above all else Moxie is like the Matrix – no one can be told what Moxie is, you have to experience it for yourself.