The weekend likes going long.
Resolutions: easy to make. Less easy to keep. So we’re setting you up with Fitbit, a wireless personal training device that tracks every calorie you burn, even the ones from lifting a cocktail glass. We’re also throwing in six gratis months of Premium Membership. Go ahead, have an extra Manhattan.
You’ve whiled away many an evening here at the Mayflower, discussing your conquests over a dish of peanuts and a birdbath-sized martini. Say your farewells, as the hotel gets ready for a renovation. First one to find Spitzer’s initials carved in a table gets a free round. No, not really.
We know. The 30-degree temps can put the chill on your world-class fitness regimen. Not so your competitive fires. Enter the winter season of bar games like cornhole, shuffleboard, bocce and skee-ball. Just make sure it doesn’t conflict with your bridge night at Greenspan’s house.
Pretend for a moment that Woodrow Wilson is in the White House and you have to sneak your beer in under cover of darkness. Here, you’ll wash down five courses with beers that are otherwise unavailable in DC, with names like Cigar City and Pliny the Elder. So, it’s philosophical, too.
The Arlington temple to AC/DC, Slash and dragon rolls is knocking 50% off something new every night—like glasses of champagne on Sundays, bottles of sake on Mondays and beer on Wednesdays. After which you’ll be requesting Whitesnake.
By hump day of next week, you won’t just want a drink. You’ll want something bizarre and incongruous. Like three episodes of Twin Peaks on the big screen, along with $3 drinks and half-price burgers. It still won’t make sense.
