Indy DC Recap
One of the DC folk, Teddy C, sent this little breakdown of the Hobo’s evening in DC:
So i get a call from my buddy.
“Dude, iIm in DC. We’ve got the Hobo, it’s milky full, and it’s got your name on it. Swing on out. We’re at Tom Tom’s. oh, and bring coals if you’ve got them.”
Nice.
Couple beers, Swing out.
Haven’t seen him in a while, will be solid to catch up.
In the meantime, I have spent the past week making the most out of my brand new out of the package Hobo on vacation with the college roommates, riding bikes and generally chilling…but back to DC.
Show up at Tom Toms, find Trent and a couple friends pulling out of a bottle of Belvedere.
“Where’d you get the bottle?”
“Asked for it at the bar,”
They said, ’sounds awesome, “Go for it.’”
So we went for it, couple bowls later and now there’s a line to get into the bar, every third person who walks by stops, looks, starts walking, looks back again.
“Is that a hookah? Since when did they have hookahs at Tom Toms?”
“Can i take a pull?”
“Is that seat taken?”
A couple random friendships and a few beers later and it’s a veritable crowd. No need to capture the rest of the night - the walk up 18th street, hobo in hand, the puzzled looks, the many requests - “Yo, let me get a pull??” - because it was all a blur anyway.
All I clearly remember was me, hobo in hand, rolling around, and a good time feeling, and that’s all that really matters.
You got that right Teddy. Keep Living the Dream.
