Shaw won't stop asking everyone if they've been to that pour-over coffee shop that just started a nightly cocktail program. Because Shaw has. Like, a bunch. It kind of knows the owner. No big deal.
Columbia Heights has decided it’s too cool for this bar, so it is pestering its "cool" friends (Shaw and Bloomingdale) to head to a cash-only dive* bar.
*Note: This bar is not a dive bar. It’s a bar that just opened six months ago and is trying to act intentionally divey.
U Street can only scream one thing, on repeat: FIREBALL! Someone order U Street a water, please.
Petworth wishes it was hanging out with Columbia Heights tonight, but instead it's stuck babysitting U Street. It’s 11:30pm U Street! Stop slurring your words!
Eckington decided the bar was too crowded and left to drink on its back porch instead.
Mt. Pleasant also left, wanting nothing to do with Columbia Heights, opting instead for some couch action with a side of Netflix and some Trader Joe's malbec.
Glover Park is a no-show... again. Someone check the backyard of Town Hall... or Mason... again.
Friendship Heights demands an Old Fashioned and talks about the good old days of three-martini lunches. Just nod and smile because Friendship Heights will probably get the next round if you do.
Wait, did Georgetown really just show up an hour late? In seersucker? Can someone please tell Georgetown that it’s after Labor Day.
Chevy Chase really wanted to come, but is instead hosting a black tie-optional dinner party for eight in the backyard. Okay, that's a lie. Chevy Chase didn't really want to come.