This weeks installment of “Dj Shnooms Song of the week” is quite appropriate for our new president. The group, called “The New Deal,” is a reference to FDR’s New Deal program–something that pundits say Obama should emulate.
Enjoy.
Guess what. Another snow day another dollar. We’re hosting our 20% off Snow Day sale on all our funny t-shirts.
You should all be thankful that Crooked Monkey is based in DC, and not Chicago. Obama recently made fun of us for how unprepared and scared the city is of snow. Last time we had a snow day, Obama said: “My children’s school was canceled today, because of what?” an incredulous Obama asked Wednesday before a meeting. “Some ice?” He laughed.
We’ll be working hard today. So if you buy a shirt, we’ll ship it out.
I love that name. K Street Kate. K street is as close to South Beach as DC can get–Night clubs, long lines, tables, and gorgeous women.
My brother and his girlfriend went to some private inauguration function last week and ran into K street Kate. Apparently she was Miss DC in 2006. Props to the judges–usually they forget to pick good looking girls. Anyways, I’m assuming if she tried to win Miss DC 2009 she would probably fall to a respectable fourth–right behind Michelle, Malia and Sasha Obama (in that order).
Believe it or not, I didn’t actually meet Kate. But after writing this post I feel like we’re almost BFF.
Prior to this weekend, I was excited about all the crowds descending on DC. 1.8 million people–Every single one of them super excited about Obama (and the accompanying BJs for Obama). Young, good looking, fun crowds. But then I had to wait in line every where I went. The bars, clubs, lounges, restaurants, Subway, Cab lines. And that was before the inauguration even started.
Never has a t-shirt meant so much to me than during the inauguration. I could’ve handed out 1.8 million I don’t do lines t-shirts and it wouldn’t have been enough.
Living in DC, we felt it was our duty to head down to the capitol to celebrate Obama’s victory. On Monday, I drove down to the Rayburn Office building to pick up our tickets for the inauguration. With all the street closings and sidewalk barricades, I knew that we had some difficult days ahead.
Monday night we brought my brother out into DC to witness History. He was wearing some raggedy shoes, jeans, and a parka that was a cross between a large tent and a moomoo. But we got him into the VIP room of one of the hottest clubs in DC, “Current.” The night ended at around 4 AM rocking out on Rockband 2.
Three and a half hours later our alarm went off and we set out on our journey. Armed with hand warmers, hats and gloves we mapped out our 3 mile walk to the Capitol.
It would take about an hour, in the blistering cold, but we knew Obama would do the same for us. Then we stepped outside into the freezing cold; we hailed the first cab we saw.
He drove us as far as he could and we got out of the cab only to follow the crowds, in the wrong direction, for about 10 minutes. There were so many street closings and restrictions that figuring your way around DC was almost impossible. But we chose to go to the inauguration not because it was easy, but because it was hard.
We finally got to what we thought was our security gate. We weaved through the line and passed security in record timing. We were psyched. It was about 2 hours until Obama took the stage and we figured we had given ourselves enough time to get settled. We videotaped a victory speech of sorts–detailing our journey and our tribluations. The Mission was accomplished. We only needed to cross one street and we’d be at our gate. But between us 
and the street crossing stood 
hundreds of policeman on horses, metal gates and big concrete barricades. I pointed to the wall and yelled, Mr. Policeman, tear down this wall. That didn’t work out too well.
So we spent the next two hours fighting the crowds and racing thru tunnels. At T -1 hour our hopes looked grim. We were in lines that weren’t moving. There were hordes of people as far as the eye could see–and rumors circulating that they weren’t letting anyone else thru t
he gates. But there are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why… I dream of things that never were and ask why not. So we resorted to using exit only lanes, jumped fences and bull rushed the last line of defense to get to our spot just in time for the swearing in ceremony. And with that, the torch had been passed to a new generation of Americans.
Michelle, from our West Coast Showroom, was checking her daily Blog roll this morning and look what she found. Erol Sarabi rocking his I’m not a gardener I just like hoes t-shirt , hanging out with Rick Warren, the pastor whose giving the invocation at Obama’s Inauguration.
They were spotted outside Out of the Closet thrift store in West Hollywood. Hopefully Rick trades in his tired button down for the Gardener t-shirt, and then wears it for the invocation.
This shirt is probably our most famous tee. It was on the TV show Weeds, Erol Sarabi, and I always see people walking around town wearing it. Just the other day, I was at a Wizards game and saw some dude wearing the Gardener tee.
As you know, Crooked Monkey is based in Washington DC. We have close ties to our nation’s capital and are probably the most “in the know” fashion company when it comes to politics. That’s why we were able to report at 10:59PM on November 4th (1 minute before CNN and MSNBC), that Barack Obama had won the presidential elections.
We also reported first about Bjs for Obama, when no one else was talking about it.
Anyways, we now know where President-Elect Barack Obama will be living. An official in the Obama campaign recently told the Crooked Monkey blog, under condition of anonymity for national security, that the new President will be moving into a white house on 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, NW DC, on January 20th, 2009.
Crooked Monkey will be coming out with DCs very own “Stars Map,” which will detail where the President and his Vice President will be living for the next four years.
The picture shown is an architects rendering of Obama’s proposed residence.
When we go to tradeshows or meet boutique owners, buyers always ask where we ship from and are always surprised when we say Washington DC. The majority of t-shirt lines are based in New York City or Los Angeles. There isn’t too much happening in the realm of fashion in this city, but that doesn’t mean DC can’t be cool once every four years.
At 11PM on November4th, CNN called the election for Obama and DC erupted. I went to a bar in Dupont Cirlce to watch the returns–girls were crying, guys were consoling, and everyone was euphoric. I headed back to my apartment to watch Obama’s acceptance speech and I started getting texts from all my friends saying “To the White House.” So immediately after the speech I headed to the White house with my roommates, Jon and Eddie, to meet up with thousands of others on their proverbial journey to the new White House. Our walk down 16th street was hilarious–high fives, low fives, and chants of “Bjs for Obama“–but it was quite a hike. So midway through our expedition I hailed down a car and we hitched a ride down to the White House. As you can imagine, parking was impossible to find, so as soon as they started looking for parking we looked for the exit door.
And there we were, chanting and singing with the best of them at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. It felt like America had just won the superbowl. The GW paper said that some girls were giving out “Hugs for Obama,” but I think the paper was just being kind because “BJs for Obama” was in full effect. What a great time to be living in the Nation’s Capital. 
What kind of person would I be if I didn’t live out the recommendations that I suggested on this blog? Not a good one.
Yesterday I went on the Election-day-free-circuit tour around Potomac, MD. My family and I voted at around 3PM. We then hit up Cabin John Mall–where we killed 3 birds with one stone. With the “Yo Vote” sticker in hand, we got our free coffee from Starbucks. Juiced up on the coffee, we sprinted over to California Tortilla–where we not only got a free taco, but also received a coupon for another free taco. Ezra Weinblatt, my brother, and I enjoyed those tacos and then hit up Dunkin Donuts for our final campaign spot of the day. I then went back to Crooked Monkey and purchased a couple of new t-shirts from the warehouse, at a highly discounted rate.
The picture shows us satiated on free goods and prideful of the wonderful, robust democracy we live in.
In a previous blog post, I wrote about how Mccain endorsed Crooked Monkey’s Funny T-shirts. Well it looks like Obama saw what kind of effect that had on his campaign, and chose to follow suit. Endorsing Crooked Monkey for president of Funny t-shirt world has tremendous advantages for presidential candidates. You rub our booty, we’ll rub yours.
Kudos to Barack Obama for pulling out a last second vote for funny t-shirts around the globe. Last night, without forewarning our staff or giving any indication as such, Barack Obama told the public he believed in Crooked Monkey. He said “Make your voice heard.” It seems like the presidential candidate had been perusing our website quite a bunch in the last couple of days and decided to quote one of our trademark t-shirts.
Well Barack Obama, we appreciate the shoutout. Don’t think it won’t go unnoticed on election day.
Well not really. But if you recall in my last post about the debates, I stated that I would not support a president unless he supported Funny T-shirts. In some, weird backhanded way, McCain gave a shout out to funny t-shirts around the world. And so Crooked Monkey is now throwing its support behind Presidential candidate John McCain.
He didn’t really give us the thumbs up, but at least he recognized and acknowledged the hard work we’ve done to produce inapporiate t-shirts. McCain said “In fact, some T-shirts that are very…unacceptable.” People have been saying that for years, and I’m glad McCain had the guts to bring it out in public. Sure he’s not going to be liked for it, but at least hes bringing the real issues of this election to the forefront.
And as a representative of Crooked Monkey, am I mad that he called our shirts unacceptable? Not in the least. It was an honor and a privilege to hear him talk about t-shirts during a limited, 90 minute debate. Way to speak to the people!
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