Go get a Sick(o) steak

Washington, D.C.


If you haven’t seen Michael Moore’s newest documentary, “Sicko,” it’s worth checking out. I’ve seen most — if not all — of Moore’s films, and this one was, at least for me, the most compelling for two reasons.

First, unlike “Fahrenheit 9/11,” “Roger & Me” and “Bowling for Columbine,” Moore largely stays out of this film, instead opting to let the stories speak for themselves. (Abridged version: HMO abuse and neglect is rampant in this country and you’re more apt to find better health care in places like France or Cuba.)

Perhaps more importantly, Moore keeps politics to a minimum level, which allows the more important message to resonate. True, the film opens with a fantastic Bushism: “Too many good docs are getting out of the business. Too many OB-GYNs aren’t able to practice their love with women all across this country.” But, Moore also takes Senator Clinton to task for accepting the second most political contributions from the same lobbyists she was fighting against during her push for universal health care.

While on the health note, a question: is red meat good for you? Those who think so might want to check out Ray’s the Steaks in Arlington next Sunday. It’s like Ruth’s Chris stripped to the bare bones. And, on Sundays, they’ve got a $25 meal — appetizer, entrée and sides and desert — with $10 going to charity.

Can’t beat it.

Who said our generation was apathetic?

Washington, D.C.

Surprise, surprise: It didn’t take much to find others disappointed and done with Party DC. A quick round-up of comments reveals:

  • “yeah. I agree. total crap.”
  • “I’ve never participated in a boycott before, but this one is as good as any.”
  • “An hour of someone’s package in my grill is unacceptable, but I only boycott French Products. Is Party DC French?”
  • “they are AWFUL. reminds me of a shitty spring break travel group. avoid at all cost”

Any other haters out there with us?

Boycott Party DC

Washington, D.C.

We couldn’t have asked for better weather at this weekend’s Vintage Virginia Wine Festival. And between the 85 degree temperature, live music, free food samples and mediocre (yet copious) amount of vino, Saturday was pretty great.

Unfortunately, the same can’t be said of Party DC, the event planning company that organized our bus transportation to and from Bull Run. If you’re a young professional here in the nation’s capital, chances are good that you’ve been on one of Party DC’s trips – or at least heard of them.

I’ve been on several, to fall and spring Gold Cup and the Wine Festival (twice). But to be honest, I’ve never been happy (or even remotely satisfied) with Party DC’s level of service or professionalism – in fact, no one I’ve spoken to has.

Here are Five Reasons That Party DC is Awful:

  • Terrible website. It’s slow, crashes browsers and is impossible to navigate. Worst of all, it makes purchasing tickets a pain. Forget about trying to find or view event photos.
  • Scaled pricing. Yeah, it’s common with other event tickets, but Party DC doesn’t tell you the exact dates of when prices will increase – or what they will increase to. What ensues? An unnecessary guessing game intended solely to pad their bottom line.
  • Oversold trips. A completely unacceptable practice. At spring Gold Cup this year, many full-paying customers were forced to stand on the hour trip out to the Plains, Virginia.
  • No pre-trip orientation or organization. Time and time again (this past weekend being a prime example), Party DC employees have offered no direction to the hundreds of customers arriving at the Front Page. This inevitably results in a huge backlog and massive confusion when attempting to load buses. And Party DC buses leaving on time? Laughable.
  • Drunk chaperones. Party DC “hires” people to staff buses, but these same people are allowed to drink and do what they want at the event. You can imagine what kind of leadership and organization this inspires — especially at the end of the day.

It’s no surprise then: Party DC events are consistently a screwy mess. So, from this point on, I’ll be boycotting their equally screwy trips.
Who’s with me?