Aftermath: How Many Bodies Washed Up At Our Washington Shore Party?
Well... zero, in traditional New Jersey cement-shoes terminology. But despite the miserable weather, which did its part to create a proper Jersey Shore atmosphere, Rocks Off's Washington Shore party filled the Washington Avenue Drinkery Thursday night. Some people came sporting their best guido gear, others wondered exactly what the hell they had wandered into.
Photos by Son Lam Tonight's the Night: The fist-pumping contest got pretty heated.
"I think something's going on that we don't know about," one guy entering the Drinkery said to his buddy as Rocks Off was outside smoking.
Bob Dylan's "Ballad of a Thin Man," anyone? Rocks Off felt the same way a few months back, when everyone seemed to be talking about this new MTV reality show and the Washington Shore germ began incubating in the petri dish of some of our younger colleagues' minds. Every day the party got closer, we also wondered exactly what we had gotten ourselves into, but once it started - surprisingly - we were able to relax and enjoy ourselves.
One reason, maybe, is that Thursday scarcely resembled the Washington scene reported in this week's Press cover story, or the verite Washington footage shot by the Press' Blake Whitaker that screened on the Drinkery's TVs all night and deserves a reality show of its own. Rocks Off doesn't hang out on the avenue all that much (i.e. hardly ever), and our general opinion is that if Houston really wants to be more like Austin, it's finally got a Sixth Street it can call its own - a textbook case of "be careful what you wish for."
It may not have been a normal night out on Washington, but it seemed like a normal night out to us - people sitting or standing around, drinking, talking, socializing, shivering when they went out to smoke, enjoying the music. Drinkery regulars may have wondered what was up with the cosmetologists darkening people's faces, and all the girls walking around looking like a cross between Battlestar Galactica and the Ronettes, but maybe not.
Speaking of getup, somebody told us the two costume contest winners happen to work for another Web site that (cough) covers Houston nightlife and entertainment, and we think the fact that they not only chose to come to our party over whatever their well-budgeted marketing engineers had planned for Thursday, but dressed up and won the freakin' thing, speaks volumes about the kind of party Rocks Off (as a collective, not the individual writing this review) is capable of pulling off.