One thing I noticed the other night, while watching a girl stumble out of Tom Tom and fall headfirst into a cop car, is that people in DC sure do love to get drunk! Not that residents of other cities don't also like to imbibe, of course, but I've never seen anyone in New York get to a happy hour so lickety-split as people in Dupont Circle, who straight up SWARM the Mad Hatter come 5 p.m. -- and that place is nothing but a godforsaken morass of analysts trying to do missionary with still more analysts. Now that it's the Holiday Season, when even responsible people turn to heavy drinking, it's time for our Yuletide DC Drunken Ground Rules.
this was very funny thank you cord.
I thought I was a pirate, but the 2 bottles of spiced rum shared amongst friends knocked me out shivering in the cold for almost 20 hours.
Chip Butty is the easiest to get down when you are beyond wasted.
Human males, same the world over it seems.