Rebecca: F that to Thursday’s craptastic weather- I’m calling that day a mulligan. Moving on to Friday, I’ve got a sick sick game of racquetball -yes we wear eye protection dad – planned with a worthy foe for Friday afternoon at the Arlington YMCA after which I’ll celebrate a much earned victory at Ireland’s Four Courts where I’ll grab a Guinness before avoiding St. Paddy’s Day shenanigans all weekend long. Saturday I’ll catch up with a good friend while walking her pooch along the C&O Canal. Saturday afternoon I’ll hit the road with some fellow women cyclist to prep them for the Black Hills Circuit Race which is next Saturday. Sunday it’s a chill out fest until fellow WLDC writer Paul and I hit up Tea Time DC’s event at the Ulysees room. I’m uber pumped to check out this merging of culinary endeavors, artistic expression and community growth.
Tiff: There are not one but TWO new playgrounds in my neighborhood, and they’ve both got baby swings. So you know where I’ll be if the weather is anything even close to hospitable. The kid was a champ last weekend while the grownups sat on the patio at American Ice Company, so I’m inclined to push my luck this week. I’ve got to get my bike down to BicycleSpace for a tune up before prime bike commuting weather starts, so that may happen this weekend. If the weather’s not so great? Look for me huddling on my couch under a blanket, tearfully begging Mother Nature for mercy.
Fedward: This is a weekend I’m sad I can’t be in multiple places at once. Our weekend starts early Friday afternoon with a surprise wedding – not ours, that was a year and a half ago – followed by a reception, but if we weren’t doing that we’d be heading up to Blob’s Park for one last polka with Brave Combo. Saturday we’ve got a friend’s 40th birthday celebration, but if we didn’t have that we’d celebrate the upcoming St. Patrick’s Day with some Irish whiskey. Sunday we’ll head to the AFI Silver for Drive (part of their co-presentation on L.A. Modern with the National Building Museum) and then it’ll be time for our usual brunch at the Passenger.
Paul: I know this is functionally Saint Patrick’s Day weekend and as a half-blooded mongrel son of Irish immigrants I should dutifully be spending it drinks lots and lots of Irish whiskey, Guinness extra stout, and eating plenty of blood pudding. But that’s not going to happen. Since you can almost always guarantee to find Irish whiskey stashed on my person at any given time, I don’t feel as inclined to celebrate Senior Paddy as you would expect. Who knows? I may feel a wave of guilt come Monday and finally get that Ulysses tattoo I’ve always wanted. Until then, you can “kiss my royal Irish arse.” But as your humble drinks writer, it is my duty to let you in on where and what to drink this weekend. Regardless of specials, campy theme nights, etc, the one place to drink this weekend if you’re in the mood for some good, debaucherous St. Paddy’s Day fun is the Pug. I will stake my reputation on this, get there for brunch on Saturday and stay until last call. You will have celebrated a St. Patrick’s Day like no other. The Powers will flow like water and that honeyed, golden liquid will transport you all the way back to the green, green fields of Éire. Myself, this weekend I will be working, working, working. Hopefully I’ll get to duck out early enough to check out Doctor Dog’s show at the 9:30 club. Sunday means more work and finally getting to check out Tea Time DC with fellow writer Rebecca. Music, beer, lo-fi abstract expressionism, and chef Cizuka Seki’s (of the phenomenally amazing Izakaya Seki) Japanese-inspired food? Hell.Yes.Please. It’s going to be a great weekend. Just don’t get carried away drinking Jameson.
Don: We’re going to start our weekend with a bit of masochistic driving – out to Fredericksburg to see my Darling Wife’s alma mater Virginia Wesleyan face off against Mary Washington in a Division 3 sweet 16 game. Surely that’ll be a delight of a drive on a Friday afternoon! Saturday and Sunday are largely up for grabs, though our thoughts mostly mirror Tiff’s about outdoors, kids, and weather-cowering.
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
