Previous to this weekend, I’d never really gone to an art show voluntarily. The stereotypical art show attendee usually kept me at bay. Wealthy, snobby, artsy fartsy people that I’m more likely to throw something at than strike up a conversation with. Strange art that looks like an extended Chipotle bowel movement. And wine, usually [...]

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Hooray beer(!!!) was my basic thought when I started my weekend last Friday. I was going to Asylum in DC to celebrate their 18th anniversary with 18 cent pints of the worst beer Americans can produce (Natty Lite, Beast, etc). This seemed to be quite a fantastic (i.e. horrible) idea, as the 20-30 something crowd [...]

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