The weekend has plenty of shining moments.
We’re hooking you up with five hours in a private jet—anytime you’d like—with tickets to the final round of this year’s Masters. Plus, we’re sending you three pet jellyfish in an aquarium that doubles as an art installation and superb handmade leather belts from Taylor Stitch.
We’ll wager that you’ve got all kinds of interesting things in your pockets right now. What you don’t have: these new cotton pocket squares from the Georgetown shirtmakers. They’re block-printed by hand, with names like Seuss, Gehry and Rorschach. Yes, it’s a test.
The French Embassy is throwing open its doors to 35 chefs from French-speaking nations. And, well, to you. You’ll wend your way through food and drink from each country and dance until midnight. They even promise a concert by an “artist from the French-speaking world.” No, it’s not Celine Dion.
You love the Founding Fathers: their valor, their intellect, their big bowls of punch. This colonial tavern (where, yes, George Washington hung out) is pitting six distillers and restaurants against each other for rum-punch supremacy, and you’ll sample from each. Powdered wig optional.
You’ll brunch just about anywhere, including nowhere. Like this one-time event at an empty building in Dupont. You’ll get brunch from the Grids Waffles truck and two brunch cocktails while you check out local art, listen to DJs and hear from some mystery speakers. Expect echoes.
We know you like to watch Mad Men at home, so you can fill out your wall-sized plot flowchart in real time. Here’s another idea: ’60s cocktails, a throwback menu including Waldorf salad and beef Wellington, and a private screening of Don & Co., complete with truffled popcorn. Do it for Sterling.
