The weekend will take the over.
Drop by the rock club's Backstage, where the normal indie angst gets traded for...Cold War angst. Kubrick's Dr. Strangelove will be on the big screen, and the club's new take on the Irish Car Bomb—a secretive development known as the Festiva Bomb—will be doled out with...aplomb.
Here's your chance to hit up that Hill staffer about your earmark request for state-of-the-art oyster research. Every Friday starting this week, this new Dupont lounge is doling out two-for-one cocktails for anyone who draws a check from the government, from Hill aides to NASA scientists. Because no one's more fun than a tipsy rocket scientist.
Random snowball fights aside, the city is no place to be with a foot of old snow on the ground. You want to get bucolic. Preferably somewhere with a fireplace and barrels of booze. And if they'll serve you a slab of homemade sausage lasagna, half a loaf of garlic bread and some vino, all the better. Because Virginia is for lasagna.
On Super Sunday, haute Louisiana haunt Acadiana is trading its three-course dinner and white-tablecloth service for flat-screens, pitchers of beer and all-you-can-eat New Orleans fare. Think oysters, boiled shrimp, Cajun wings, meat pies and beignets. And if your coin toss prop bet doesn't come in, there's plenty of absinthe.
You knew we wouldn't plant our flag in DC without conjuring up a soiree of monumental proportions. We promise vodka on top of champagne on top of vodka, live music and the purest form of entertainment possible (yes, we're talking about models in various states of undress). If you'd like the chance to join us—with five of your friends in tow—VIP style, visit the link below.
