Over the last few days I celebrated the arrival of fall, National Singles Week, and the fact that I had extricated myself from all fantasies about the men I knew including friends and the guy I couldn't seem to get over. I was done with them all. And how symbolic given that with fall comes the shedding of things.
And celebrate we did! Kim, Megan, and I embarked on a four-day marathon of scoping out cute guys, dancing, laughing, and drinking to all hours of the night. Here's how it all played out:
- We started the night at Cap City Brewery since it's Ladies Night on Thursday. Pretty uneventful but good half-price martinis.
- We then took the party to U Street stopping briefly in a couple of places but nothing peaked our interest.
- Next up was Adams Morgan. Tired and thirsty from our hike, we stopped at Bourbon for beer and to chat with my favorite AdMo doorman. We agreed that this seemed to be a very dull Thursday night in DC. Seated by the window facing the street we searched in vain for hot guys. Just as we were contemplating calling it a night, two odd but interesting guys walk in and strike up some conversation.
- Hunger had finally set in so we all (minus Megan) headed to Alberto's, whose recent presence on 18th St. has saved many from those horrid jumbo slices.
- With new found energy, Kim and I joined our companions for drinks and dancing to reggae at Bukom. By 2am, we were both ready to head home.
- With no real plans, we decided to wing it and just go with the flow. Kim met at my place after work to change into party clothes. There was a tasting at the wine shop up the street so we stopped there first.
- I always run into familiar faces there and a group of folks were going to hang out at Rumors that night. We figured, why not? Megan showed up and we waited for the club to fill up. Things were not looking good. The only men in our vicinity were either married or grossly obese. Luckily we had a steady supply of free drinks but decided to move on to the next place. On our way out, we were stopped by a group of young Army guys on the patio who were ready to party! We just couldn't resist being challenged to a dance-off and went back inside. Even though we danced until our feet were aching, we were not ready to call it a night just yet.
- The night ended at Steve's Bar Room with much less dancing and barely awake.
- We all decided that tonight would be low-key and an early night. We met for a friend's birthday party at Oya. Megan and I got there late and managed to strike up an interesting conversation at the bar with "international man of mystery" guy. He mentioned a spot he was going to check out and gave me an idea for our next stop.
- The Space is a chic garage turned lounge with a rooftop deck that fit our low-key intentions for the night. It's also new enough to still be cool. I ended up seeing lots of familiar faces including my favorite local recording artist, Raheem Devaughn. Seeing him was enough for me. According to Megan, I squealed when I saw him. She on the other hand, was finding love on the roof. While low-key, this was not an early night. I didn't get home until 3am.
The night began early as Kim and I wanted to take advantage of at least one last hour of sunlight. What better way to do that than by checking out all the people and boats at the Washington Harbour. We grabbed a spot at Sequoia's riverfront bar and reviewed the events of the weekend while scoping out the men. We talked to several nice but unappealing guys for most of the night but just before leaving I noticed from across the bar, the most beautiful man ever! I was talked into being introduced which wasn't difficult after several strawberry daquiris. This guy was even better looking up close. He took my hand, and like a couple of giggling sixteen year olds, Kim and I were walked to the car by beautiful man and his friend. Before we said goodnight, he put his number in my phone and took mine. Needless to say, I slept very well that night.Sphere: Related Content