Some random observations from last night:
1) The downstairs bar at Local 16 on a Saturday night is packed so full it’s impossible to navigate with a full martini.
2) Everyone at the inexplicably packed bar looked exactly the same. No diversity. I was even the only girl with short hair.
3) Despite said fetchingly modern haircut and killer jeans, a twentysomething rugby player called me “ma’am”
4) 3am crullers from 7-11 will assuage ageist humiliation and stave off impending hangover
5) A night on the town isn’t complete until you’ve seen a car burst into flames mere steps from your house
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
As one of the founding editors of We Love DC, Jenn’s passions are theater and cocktails. After two decades in the city, she’s loved every quirky, mundane, elegant, rude minute of her DC life. A proud advocate for DC’s talented drinks scene, she’s judged the Corcoran Gallery of Art’s ARTINI contest, the DC Rickey Month contest, the Jefferson Hotel’s Quill Cocktail competition, and is a founding member of LUPEC DC. A graduate of Catholic University’s drama program, she toured the country as a member of National Players, and has been both an actor and a costume designer before jumping the aisle to theater criticism. Writing for We Love DC restored her happiness after a life-threatening illness, and she’s grateful to you, dear readers. Send your suggestions to jenn (at) welovedc (dot) com and follow her on Twitter.
