In a quest to find a suitable DC hangout, I am willing to try anywhere once. This Saturday it was Lima, a restaurant/lounge/night club that opened last month. At first I thought the name referred to the capital of Peru, but a friendly hostess told me it actually means lime. I’m going to have to disagree with her and state the true translation: “We make the weakest fucking drinks in all of DC, so you better bring some money you poser scum.” I was the designated driver but was still able to safely put down many many mixed drinks, including one bought by a not-so-ambiguously gay duo that my friend chatted up for two hours. He did get more drinks out of them than I did, but I passed to talk to a real woman. (Legal disclaimer: My BAC was under 0.08 according to the cops that pulled me over after I crashed into the median.)
Regardless of the drinks situation, me and my newly-gay friend ended up having a really good time, probably because there was no lame hip-hop and the 22-year-old ass humpers that go with it. The girls were friendly and there wasn’t much attitude. Lima is worth a visit if you don’t mind the international crowd with token white people thrown in (for color contrast).
In other social news, Kathryn is having a happy hour tonight.