Mile-high clubbery ...

This weekend we celebrated FLY's one-year anniversary (or, as I called it ... baby's first birthday). Congrats to all of my favorite co-pilots, flight attendants, skydivers, air traffic controllers and passengers. Cheers!

Message from Science Club ...

Science Club is donating 5% of proceeds from 5 - 10 p.m. on Tuesday, May 8, to the EASTERN MARKET RESCUE FUND!

Message from Science Club ...

Friends:

Local residents and bar owners are teaming up on Tuesday, May 8th, to host happy hour fundraisers across the District to raise money and rebuild the beloved Eastern Market which was destroyed by the fire last week. Each bar will donate between 5% and 10% of the nights proceeds to the Capital Hill Community Foundation rebuilding fund.

There will be a fundraiser at the Science Club from 5PM - 10PM (1136 19th Street, NW) on Tuesday night, so please stop by for some great drink specials and appetizers. It's going to be a fun night plus you will be helping to support one of DC's historic landmarks. If you can't stop by but would like to make a donation please give please visit http://www.easternmarketrescue.com.

More than 20 bars are participating in the fundraiser on Tuesday night ... so feel free to make a night out of it!!

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Lotus is the new Lima

The "Grand Opening" of Lotus (1420 K St. NW, WDC -- right across the street from Lima) is Wednesday, May 16, 10 p.m. [complimentary pass]

More info at AbsoluteAddiction.com.

'All she does is party and sleep.'

Napoleon set the scene for the "America's Next Top Model" launch party last night. Thrown by The CW Washington and VM Public Relations, this event rocked Adams Morgan to sleep.

Speaking of sleep, "Miss Grace" popped downstairs to check out Napoleon's Parisian champagne bar with "Mr. J" and overheard some partygoers talking about me ... "All she does is party and sleep." (Note: Napoleon woulda said it like this - "Elle ne fait que faire la fete et dormir.")

Well, duh.

Christina Aguilera: Drunk as a skunk

What a Girl Wants? Booze. What a girl needs? To be locked up like a genie in a bottle, baby.

You know I really hate to dish out all the "Dirrty" details about people, but come on! If you are too trashed to walk, don't show up at my playground -- even if you are Christina Aguilera.

Saturday night, after enjoying some fantabulously delicious P.I.N.K. -- a new, snazzy caffeine and guarana-infused vodka -- at the Dodge Mansion in Georgetown, "Ms. Couture" and I headed to Dupont to see our friends at Dragonfly.

A few text messages and a bottle of champagne later, I found myself at Play Lounge ... next to Christina Aguilera.

Now, I know I didn't see her earlier that night at the P.I.N.K. party. And she probably wasn't there since she'd been performing in Baltimore at the 1st Mariner Arena all evening. But she sure was seesawing around like she'd been there, chugged that. That being a bottle of P.I.N.K. vodka ...

Miss Thang couldn't talk clearly enough to say "take me drunk, I'm home." And she couldn't walk any better than a kid who'd just been hit in the head with a kickball. In fact, she was stumbling around like she'd just hopped off a wild merry-go-round. Luckily, she brought along her crutch, er, I mean, husband, Jordan Bratman.

The duo didn't stay very long ... and it was probably a good thing. I mean, not even I can get that hopscotched up in an hour.

Tag, baby. You're it.

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When life breaks your tongue ...

... you just keep on lickin'!

Meet Yogi the Pug. He's hip, he's hairy, he's handsome ... and he's our "Club Rev" team mascot!

Join us for a happy hour to benefit the Race for Hope @ Dragonfly on Friday the 13th!

Email me - kellyann at gmail.com - and I will put you on the evite! (Put "dragonfly" in the subject line so I can find it - thanks!)

Oxygen mask, please!

One of my favorite partners in party crime, Mr. Van Wylder, thought I needed to be grounded.

"KAC! It's time to stop FLYing and come back to Earth, where the real people live," he said just a few hours after stepping off the jet.



"Real people? You mean beer drinkers? Ergh!" That did sound like punishment.

I really didn't wanna leave the mile-high protection of Plastic Land, but I got my camo on, pulled on some boots (pedi protection!) and took off on the D.C. Dive Bar Tour: Destination - Chief Ike's Mambo Room.



As I cleaned off the old, crusty bar stool with one of my emergency Wet-Nap towelettes and ordered a drink, I really did feel as if I'd jumped outta 1st class sans parachute and landed right, smack-dab in a urine-soaked puke pit run by the devil.



Thank God for Napoleon -- within screaming distance of Chief Ikes. The bartenders there nursed us back to our reality (OK, well, me).



They people are really nice at Napoleon. They clean their basement - and stock it with champagne!



So unless you're big and strong like a Gold Cup Navy Seal parajumper (they drink beer, I've seen them do it), you might wanna skip that Ike-y icky Adams Morgan hub.



Apparently, it's where the anti-posh have landed.



Chief Ike's Mambo Room: Not for germophobes outta Purell, docs lacking latex, pilots sans O2 masks or plastic girls in Prada. And nothing like a pow pow!

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