The rib incident.
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Friday night's highlights:
7:10 Meet up with folks at Old Glory to enjoy BBQ paradise.
7:21 We're chatting and waiting for our food, when out of nowhere this rib bone lands on Olarkin's bread saucer with a piercing thud.
7:21:01 - 11 We sit in stunned silence, staring at the bone, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
See, look at the picture:
It landed perfectly within the saucer's diameter, in Olarkin's patented blend of the OG Lexington and Memphis sauces.
7:22 Turns out the woman sitting at a table above us on the second floor accidentally dropped the bone over the rail. We've just fallen victim to the Old Glory equivalent of Trainspotting.
7:24 The lady's so mortified, she has the waiter bring Olarkin a fresh Sierra Nevada.
7:24:02 The rest of us yell up to the balcony to please feel free to drop more rib bones on the table.
7:33 Dewey and I start calling Georgetowners abroad, rubbing the messy deliciousness of Old Glory in their faces. As I put my phone down close to the pulled pork so JD^2 can get a good smell, the guy sitting across from me says, "I didn't realize you were that much of an asshole..."
7:33:10 My classmates surprise me sometimes. I thought they were a lot quicker than that.
Fast forward to the Tombs, about 90 minutes later:
9:22 My friend Laura arrives with two of her friends. Four pitchers, multiple beers, and several mint julips in, we introduce ourselves as "Jizibel," "Cocklana," "Smashtar" (of course), "Marcel-Marschlong," "Labriel," and "Max-Semen."
9:24 Laura's friends leave.
11:47 Far later into the evening, upstairs at Garrett's, surrounded by 19-year-olds. Smashtar's cute friend Wolita joins up with us.
12:02 The good news: Wolita is speaking into my ear. The bad news: She's lamenting how in her brief time in DC thus far, she has not met *one* *cute* *guy.* At all.
12:02:03 ... I mean, what do you say to that? "I'm sorry"?
1:45 Falafel time! The Lebanese guy behind the counter asks Smashtar if she's single and later proposes marriage. The details are hazy, but I don't remember her turning him down.
1:57 I remember my financial aid debt, and inquire with the Falafel guys about employment opportunities. (OK, I made that up. But still...)
7:10 Meet up with folks at Old Glory to enjoy BBQ paradise.
7:21 We're chatting and waiting for our food, when out of nowhere this rib bone lands on Olarkin's bread saucer with a piercing thud.
7:21:01 - 11 We sit in stunned silence, staring at the bone, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
See, look at the picture:
It landed perfectly within the saucer's diameter, in Olarkin's patented blend of the OG Lexington and Memphis sauces.
7:22 Turns out the woman sitting at a table above us on the second floor accidentally dropped the bone over the rail. We've just fallen victim to the Old Glory equivalent of Trainspotting.
7:24 The lady's so mortified, she has the waiter bring Olarkin a fresh Sierra Nevada.
7:24:02 The rest of us yell up to the balcony to please feel free to drop more rib bones on the table.
7:33 Dewey and I start calling Georgetowners abroad, rubbing the messy deliciousness of Old Glory in their faces. As I put my phone down close to the pulled pork so JD^2 can get a good smell, the guy sitting across from me says, "I didn't realize you were that much of an asshole..."
7:33:10 My classmates surprise me sometimes. I thought they were a lot quicker than that.
Fast forward to the Tombs, about 90 minutes later:
9:22 My friend Laura arrives with two of her friends. Four pitchers, multiple beers, and several mint julips in, we introduce ourselves as "Jizibel," "Cocklana," "Smashtar" (of course), "Marcel-Marschlong," "Labriel," and "Max-Semen."
9:24 Laura's friends leave.
11:47 Far later into the evening, upstairs at Garrett's, surrounded by 19-year-olds. Smashtar's cute friend Wolita joins up with us.
12:02 The good news: Wolita is speaking into my ear. The bad news: She's lamenting how in her brief time in DC thus far, she has not met *one* *cute* *guy.* At all.
12:02:03 ... I mean, what do you say to that? "I'm sorry"?
1:45 Falafel time! The Lebanese guy behind the counter asks Smashtar if she's single and later proposes marriage. The details are hazy, but I don't remember her turning him down.
1:57 I remember my financial aid debt, and inquire with the Falafel guys about employment opportunities. (OK, I made that up. But still...)
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