Friday night we picked him up from the airport and scarfed down a burger from Ray's Hell Burger. As always, it was tremendous. Not enough places will serve burgers as rare as they do, and I believe that redder is better.
After dinner we headed to H St NE, a "neighborhood in transition." It was pretty sketchy several years ago but then the hipsters decided it would be the next new neighborhood to invade. We have been to a few of the restaurants over there and decided it might be fun to go bar hoping.
The first stop was the Palace of Wonders, which calls itself the only vaudville stage, museum of oddities, and bar in the world. It was quite entertaining. We say a woman on a trapeze-like contraption, a voodoo guy, a guy who let a mouse trap snap on his tongue and then put his hand in a bear trap, a woman whose waist was so small she could cinch a belt smaller than twelve inches around her waist, a woman would could swallow a four foot long balloon, a woman would did a lot of tricks with a flaming hula hoop, and a woman who did some crazy cirque du soleil type things with two banners handing down from the ceiling. We all had a good time, particularly Brian who had a few rather strong gin and tonics (and he would know, as he is the only person I know who went to school to get a bartending license for fun, not for work purposes). The picture is Brian with "the cincher" and his balloon eating friend.After the show ended we hit the H St Country Club. It doesn't really fit into the neighborhood - it isn't very gritty - but it was also nice. Played a lot of skeeball, although Doug must have gotten the voodoo guy from Palace of Wonders to put a spell on the machine when he would play because he would get ridiculous double points for no reason, and some shuffleboard. They also have a miniature golf course inside, but it was closed by the time we got there.
Brian continued the steady stream of booze and made many new friends. One of them, upon hearing his last name, yelled "Hey Croation, get over here." Brian was pretty impressed that his new friend knew the origin of Zuzenak. He also met "blue skirt" (whose skirt was actually green, but I don't think Brian was seeing too clearly by then), although that ended poorly when she asked Lelaine "Bigelow, do you know where the cute girls are?"
Saturday morning was a little rough - note Brian wearing Lelaine's sleep mask - but we went to Eastern Market for breakfast and then had a nice day of watching football. Brian eventually headed to another friends place for a birthday party. His flight was at 6am this morning. I wonder if he slept last night or how he was feeling at the airport.
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