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- BARS OPEN UNTIL 4 A.M.! Where will you drink for these next four magic hours? Overshare in the comments, nerds. Wonkette is now headed to Capitol Lounge for beers #73-#89, if anyone cares. [Capitol Lounge]
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[i]Where will you drink for these next four magic hours?[/i]
At my house. Alone. As usual. Sweet Raptor Jesus.
Ha Ha. I can’t even make HTML tags! Yet another reason to drink….
MisterLoki: Yah, your [i]html tags[/i] suck, but I’m doing it the same as you. Just put the wife and kiddies to bed, got a couple ounces of the Glenfiddich w/ a couple drops of branch in a glass and headphones on w/iTunes (Sam Cooke “A Change is Gonna Come”). Almost got out the good stuff, but a couple of previous G n’ T’s kinda numbed my tastebuds, so that’s no way to treat a $90 scotch.
9:16pm Pacific Coast Time, suckazz…. I’m gonna party like it’s January 20, 2009.
MisterLoki: Me too! but wuth the wife and dog. appearently, the dog is “straighedge” fucking dog.
jill biden is super hot
I am drunk with the happiness of knowing that there are now *two* ex-President Bushes, and that we as a nation are determined to keep it that way.
MisterLoki: Use the greater-than and less-than signs. I’m going to be drinking this bottle of Piper-Hiedsecker Brut and watching that third video from the previous thread over and over again.
I’m still waiting to see Melanie Morgan whip out her supposedly “ginormous ta-tas.”
I’m not in DC right now, but my favorite place to drink in the city is Trio’s Fox and Hound, at 17th and Q streets NE. Sure, it’s there in gay Dupont, but I like it, and the crabcake sandwiches are solid. The new Stoney’s at 14th and P NE is good, too, but not as good as the old shithole Stoney’s down near 13th. Also, uh, the Tombs, or whatever, I guess, even though it’s basically just a Clyde’s. I am in college, after all.
Lascauxcaveman: Dr. Spaceman: SayItWithWookies: does this work? whatever, i don’t care because i am an alcoholic.
I quit drinking, and quit DC, too, but the best martinis in town used to be found at the 18th Street Lounge, just a little way up from the collision of M Street, Rhode Island Ave, and Connecticut Ave. And another street the number of which I can’t recall. Ask around once you get in the ‘hood. A fine selection of beers could be found just across the huge and deadly street at the Big Hunt, just little ways uphill from the NCAI offices, which all of you certainly know.
I may never go back to the bottle, but now that DC is CC, I might pay y’all a visit soon.
SayItWithWookies: And that video was awesome. Thanks for the html lesson. Maybe now I can get a job!
MisterLoki: It works great!
Lascauxcaveman: But the insanely obnoxious blink tag, which was properly embedded in my last comment, alas, does not. Howbouta sad face
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Forgives me Wonkettes! I has faithfulluly voted with ye in the Internet recognition wars, I has read your LULZ for way too long, and not contributed. But, yea, I am faithful to your cause, and I used to live in D.C. when I was 19 and couldn’t get into any of the good bars. If ye don’t scorn me too much, I will attempt to provide y’all with amusement, always.
Bars normally close at midnight in DC? How pathetic! If any place on earth deserved constant libations (other than NOLA)it would be this concocted cataclysm of concentrated consternation! (my thanks to Bulleit bourbon).
Change we can believe in involves sustenance for the working class and fuel for the soul.
Oh, wicked shirkers of the public weal, grant us relief in the wonders of fermentation and refreshment of the spirit!
InsidiousTuna: if it’s Dupont, it’s NW. Q and 17th NE, if it existed, would be somewhere in the middle of Mt Olivet cemetery.
I’m not in DC at the moment, but the places where I tend to go don’t appear on the late-liquor-license lists I’ve seen. Perhaps they know when it’s just not work mopping up any more puke.
Bars? I’m trolling Big Hollywood. Highly stimulating, given the present context.
Dr. Spaceman: Oh, and apparently my dogs are straight edge as well. Or I guess the could be republicans, except they are mutts so I guess not.
I am drinking elitist cognac, on top of my high elitist hill overlooking Hill Country, TX; toasting that drunken bourbon sot Lyndon and his stained memory, and cursing our goofy child prince, chased out of town by the jeers of the mob. Shoes fill his new lawn in Dallas, as joy fills my heart.
Myself, I’m in Chicago, so I’ll be having my usual - two vegetarian tacos and four or five bonghits. In honor of the occasion I’m treating myself to a viewing of the film, “The Wiz”. Thank you Bit Torrent!
whiskey tango foxtrot: You know, The Wiz sounds great right now. Can I change my vote to Bit Torrent? Our first pirate president!!
Oh man and all this time I wasn’t drinking at the CAPITOL LOUNGE, LOCATED IN A CITY THAT IS ACCESSIBLE BY LIKE 10 OF YOU.
at home, in the festive Silicon Valley, with a bottle of ‘J’ and the fervent hope I get laid tonight. The laid-off spouse is an easy target…
Mr Blifil: Godspeed to ye.
pattycake: Luxuriate in the knowledge that a fight ‘tween Sen. Cheerleader and Gov. Good Hair ins in the offing. More merriment to muse over.
jeskaa: less explainy, moar funneeziz. Charging lazors, CHARGING ::: Glow!!11!
Pat Pending: I support your cause. You are obviously an Inauguration day hero.
I can’t remember a night so late that we couldn’t find a drink in Georgetown after a gig at the Cellar Door 30 years ago; things must have changed radically. Lots of nights a partying sheikh would declare a private party in some boite, and everything on the menu would be free with bottles of Dom Perignon or the like sent to every table. There was a late-night meat market right down M Street where the Fanny Fox Brigade would hold court for Congressmen without shame, and there would be parties in Foggy Bottom where the host — often a former State Dept. type — would pass out (usually in a blue blazer, club tie, slacks and penny loafers) and others would use his prostrate body as a bar rail. The women at those parties had names like Reenie, Muffy and Dibs and could drink like ironworkers. I’m amazed I remember Washington at all. Is there still an Iwo Jima Motel in Arlington?
Lemming Caution: Facepalm
I was promised a ridiculous Jim Newell Obama T-Shirt. I have not seen one yet. This is very disappointing.
I guess I’ll have a Dixie in honor of my new benevolent over-lord. At home. Alone. Damnit.
Mr Blifil: Morgan may be conservative, but them titays aint conservative.
I think I’m banned from that pointless site. It must be a sad life to be compelled to judge the politics of everything that is entertainment. “Bio-dome” does not suck because Steven “born again retard” Baldwin is in it, it just sucks because Pauly Shore is in it.
I’m going to any bar that’s playing a mash-up remix of George Clinton’s “Paint the White House Black” vs Rick James “You & I”!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_kEaKCCGPWc&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A5t4BVxaROo - 70’s flashbacks a plenty
“D’ya hear that? The bar across the street is cross-cutting Fatboy Slim’s ‘Fucking in Heaven’ with Digital Underground’s ‘Kiss You Back’ - and they haven’t called Last Call yet! - let’s go there!”…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsS2dCqZbJg&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QyQqvBk1Ko4
If you splash some leftover champagne into a bit of port, it’s not bad. OH! Also, here’s a link to my I Can Has Cheeseburger version of the oath:
http://mojopo.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration-day-and-light-bulb-moments.html
i drunk yay more hobo feed fo me, was that a fart?
shortsshortsshorts: For realz, do these Wonkette editors have to live AND drink in DC? Idk about Jim or Sara, but I picture Ken Layne roaming the American landscape on his Harley with his laptop on the gas tank, furiously typing away at his next AOL piece while Smokey and The Bandit chase him for unpaid bar tabs.
Or maybe it is all in my head.
*sigh* I can’t overindulge, anymore. It just ain’t in me. Third martini and I’m out.
However, I SHALL become a GOD by distilling vodka from hobobeans (’fartzenvodka’ or ‘old overcoat’) and RULE THE WORLD! (Or at least the Hobo Nation, which is like the Oboe Nation only less reedy.) I shall call it ‘Grey Moose’.
memzilla: Third one’s the charm?
jbd: No, no, we’ve been Bushed enough. Gave at the office.
hey, the mall had good pickings- after the ceremony was over, I saw gloves, hats, blankets and scarves. I was handed something more valuable that someone found and turned it over to police- although one of the people who gave it to me suggested whomever I gave it would just pocket it. I believe that of metro employees- nothing, nothing ever lost on Metro rail or bus is ever found- calling any of their lost and found offices is a joke(although I keep trying -they claim passengers steal everything). But I am old and naive and trust that the DC police will do something with this object.
Hey, I LOVE MY NEW PRESIDENT. I am going over to NOAA later and see if they replaced the portraits. I will step instead, flash my ID and applaud- and perhaps cry. Then they will probably ask me to leave.
I slalomly swill, zat ahh willz…whats nest..veto beer…heh heh oh shit yezz…I solitare swore tooooo pertucuct pertuct hic pertuct the connstitt titty toooshun….titty tooooshun he heh eh slurp…now wheres the kegger,,hay who puked on my black robe? Dammint Ginsberg you yooo trolloppp ppppp whee! I got yer Roooow versus Waaade right hic heer babee.
lawrenceofthedesert: I don’t know about the Iwo Jima- but I think the Americana motel in Crystal City is still there- 30 years ago- it was where some co-workers from a certain civilian branch of the military would go at lunchtime. I remember the Cellar Door! I was never a party person so the things of which you speak were unknown to me. I was offered a job at Clyde’s in Georgetown when I was young(in 74!) but was uncomfortable with how some of the men(old - to me at the time) at the bar looked at me when I came for my interview- I opted for the fun gov’t life instead.
My friends and I wandered into Larry’s Lounge the other night and as per usual it took about two drinks for me to realize I was in a gay bar. The rainbow neon sign just looked so pretty! That’s not gay it’s hope.
finallyhappy: Clyde’s was a meat market, no question, and Chadwick’s as well, even though everyone said they went there for the food (yeah, right: standard issue bar food is so rare…). Nothing wrong with that kind of place if you’re into that scene, which I never was; I always preferred to drink in little neighborhood joints. I’m sure that Capitol Hill, which had about six women for every straight man, was rife with meaty places, but I never got over there. I got to thinking about DC more and waxed nostalgic about it at slightly longer length on my blog, http://www.lawrenceofthedesert.com. Nostalgia is rare for me; it can be toxic stuff.
The “fun govt. life” — CIA assassin? EPA taste tester? FEMA self-congratulator?
The former Hungarian Freedom Fighters who ran the Iwo Jima served halfway decent goulash in the restaurant. The shower curtains had a huge illustration of the Marines raising the flag; they must have suffered horrible “shrinkage.”
MisterLoki: No, too late to change your vote. But I decided I’m voting for Nipsey Russell in 2012 for something.