Evander Holyfield at Club Bud
Here's the other thing about being at Beijing in the Olympics--and I know I've made this point before, but it's no less true today than it was last week or than it will be next Thursday: at some point, you just stop being surprised when you walk from one room into another inside Club Bud and you see Evander Holyfield posing for pictures with recently defeated Australian tennis player Casey Dellacqua and a few of her friends, who are all wearing matching homemade Aussies-in-Beijing t-shirts and celebrating each picture.
"Oy! One-on-one with Holyfield baby!" for example.
To be honest, the featured attractions tonight were supposed to be Michael Johnson and Mary Lou Retton and Lenny Krayzelburg and the Lopez family, America's first family of Taekwondo. I never saw Michael Johnson or Mary Lou, but sure enough there was Evander.
Basically he would groove in place for a few milliseconds, real smooth-like, and then suddenly 15 people would be on top of him asking him to pose for photos. He did pose, every time, sometimes with a smile, but it severely limited his dancing opportunities.
Luckily, Club Bud employs plenty of scantily clad dancers to pick up the slack. There were also some guys in stage doing some sort of gymnastics routine; "a 'Power Show' in which two performers use their strength to create dramatic poses," according to the press release.
I don't really know what else to say. Everyone at Club Bud is about two stages removed from someone you've already met in this town; the person announcing the red carpet arrivals is a grad student at GW; one of her friends is friends with the owner of Block 8, the bar Paul Allen visited last night; men's gymnast David Durante was there with four-time All-Met Dan Gill from Robinson High. Half the people in the disco were taking photos with Evander, and the other half were taking photos of the dancers.
Most everyone was drinking Budweiser, but if you go out back to the patio, with the swimming pool shimmering with a Budweiser logo, you can find a few refrigerators filled with Coronas. And, for the second night in a row, I encountered a large group of people inside a club loudly singing the riff from "Seven Nation Army." The Olympics: Strange since sometime last century.
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