The Birds
I was walking up past 1616 16th (love that address) the other night, and I saw what I first thought was people picking through trash. Then I realized that what I was seeing was the aftermath of an eviction. You don't see many such things around Dupont Circle, especially now that the neighborhood has been overrun by the rich-and-boring set, but occasionally you do, and it's always kind of a sad sight. I this case, it looked like perhaps the person had been spending way too much on their clothing, paticularly for an amazing collection of boots. The usual scavengers were picking through it too -- that always seems a little callous to me. It's not a yard sale, and it's unlikely they're happy their stuff is on the sidewalk, particularly with strangers picking through it.
Couple of nights ago I popped by Saint Ex. Actually, I was on my way to the Black Cat for a bite of food at their very excellent, and small, restaurant, when I once again was thwarted by my missing driver's license. I didn't want those big black X's on my hands, and I wanted a drink with my meal. So, after taking one look at the revamped Bar Pilar, I continued on to St. Ex. Usually at Ex I go for the burger, but I'd eaten earlier that day at Five Guys and didn't want to see meat again for a while, so I got the gnocchi. Very tasty. To add to that, the pleasant company of both the bartender and the patrons next to me left me with no choice but to have a few more drinks after that, along with a shot of Jamisons. Yummy. Turns out, the secret to having a nice time at St. Ex is the same one as at almost any bar in town: save your Saturday nights for DVDs and SNL, go out on Tuesdays instead.
Last night, I met some friends for drinks at the Chop House, which, with the streets filled with limos, Virginia-tagged SUVs, and Barbara Streisand concert-goers, was the only bar around that wasn't packed. Delicious onion rings and dip. We then proceeded to the Wooly Mammoth to see Get Your War On. The play was delayed when a false fire alarm forced us theatregoers to wait outside, but ultimately was very funny and well worth the wait. It's only here for another day or two, so if you want to see it, hurry. After Get Your War On, we went to Austin Grill, where I again was refused a drink due to my lack of ID ("I'm not even close to 21, honest!") so everyone had margaritas while I contented myself with a lime soda.
Today I headed with J. to Georgetown in the hopes of getting my replacement driver's license. Georgetown felt like London today, what with outdoor shoe sellers, trendy shops, brick buildings, crisp weather, and confused tourists from a variety of lands (and hinterlands). Unfortunately the DC DMV station in Georgetown Park is no longer open on Saturdays, it turns out. One great DC government innovation, gone. So the lack-of-license saga continues.
Couple of nights ago I popped by Saint Ex. Actually, I was on my way to the Black Cat for a bite of food at their very excellent, and small, restaurant, when I once again was thwarted by my missing driver's license. I didn't want those big black X's on my hands, and I wanted a drink with my meal. So, after taking one look at the revamped Bar Pilar, I continued on to St. Ex. Usually at Ex I go for the burger, but I'd eaten earlier that day at Five Guys and didn't want to see meat again for a while, so I got the gnocchi. Very tasty. To add to that, the pleasant company of both the bartender and the patrons next to me left me with no choice but to have a few more drinks after that, along with a shot of Jamisons. Yummy. Turns out, the secret to having a nice time at St. Ex is the same one as at almost any bar in town: save your Saturday nights for DVDs and SNL, go out on Tuesdays instead.
Last night, I met some friends for drinks at the Chop House, which, with the streets filled with limos, Virginia-tagged SUVs, and Barbara Streisand concert-goers, was the only bar around that wasn't packed. Delicious onion rings and dip. We then proceeded to the Wooly Mammoth to see Get Your War On. The play was delayed when a false fire alarm forced us theatregoers to wait outside, but ultimately was very funny and well worth the wait. It's only here for another day or two, so if you want to see it, hurry. After Get Your War On, we went to Austin Grill, where I again was refused a drink due to my lack of ID ("I'm not even close to 21, honest!") so everyone had margaritas while I contented myself with a lime soda.
Today I headed with J. to Georgetown in the hopes of getting my replacement driver's license. Georgetown felt like London today, what with outdoor shoe sellers, trendy shops, brick buildings, crisp weather, and confused tourists from a variety of lands (and hinterlands). Unfortunately the DC DMV station in Georgetown Park is no longer open on Saturdays, it turns out. One great DC government innovation, gone. So the lack-of-license saga continues.
6 Comments:
I hate to say it but it kinda cracks me up that you keep getting carded... :o)
YOu should be happy about this! I used to get carded all the time but as of late I guess I am looking over 21 'cause I haven't had to show my ID in quite some time... sigh.
It could be considered flattering, except that it only happens in places that will card people even if they're 80, like the Black Cat...
But you look so young!
I have at least five grey hairs...
you're not the only one who gets carded. is there something in the VA/MD water? i was recently carded trying to buy cigarettes for Paul.
Getting carded for cigs is an even more remarkable feat than for alcohol, because isn't the legal age for that only 18?
I think there is something in the water in MD/VA/DC... it's called uptightness!
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