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Wellity, wellity, wellity.  D.C.  Check.  Virginia.  Check.  Drinking back stage with rockstars check.  So I went on down to the the ol' D.C. Metro Area to visit my friends that I visited in Korea that I haven't seen since...Korea.  Normally this would involve a ton of shenanigans.  However, Greg came back from over seas with not one, but two broken arms, rendering him slightly incapable of nonsense.  So while other trips around the country have been beer-centric, this one was hanging-out-centric, which was perfectly find by me.  We started Friday night in D.C.  Our senior year of college, Greg and I lived in the greatest apartment ever known to man with four other doods.  Here's how cool we were.  We started calling ourselves and our apartment the Cool Guys Club.  Ok, so that's not that cool, but here's the cool...it stuck.  Other people started calling our place the Cool Guys Club, which then became the CGC.  People, who weren't us, would legitimately say things to other people, who also weren't us, "Hey, you going to the party tonight at the CGC?"  It was sort of like anti-frat house.  This is all to say that two of those roommates are now members of pretty well known indie rock band.  Their band happened to be playing a show in D.C. that Friday night that Greg, Britney, Liz and I went to.  Had a Brooklyn Lager back stage at the venue while catching up with the guys and then a Victory Hop Devil while watching them play.  Hey, did you know its hard to drink beer without any arms?  Well, according to Greg, it is.

Saturday we milled about Old Town Arlington which is very nice and pleasant to an almost absurd degree.  Had a Harpoon IPA with lunch.  Greg drank his beer through a straw.  Saturday night we hung out at Britney's place and drank a fair amount while playing board games.  If I remember correctly, which of course I do, I had 2 Josephbrau (the Trader Joes brand) Kolsches, 1 Josephbrau Oatmeal Stout, and 1 Ommegang Abbey Ale.  Ok, so it wasn't a ton of drinking.  But did you know that if you've broken both arms and have been living on pain meds for a week, your drinking tolerance goes down?  Who knew?

Sunday we bid Greg and Britney adieu, but not before having a Bells Two Hearted Ale (casked!) at a pretty awesome pizza/beer place.  Then jumped on a bus and went home.  At home I had a Great Divide Porter, a Great Divide Scotch Ale, and a Long Trail Ale.

Monday I had a Great Divide Samauri and a Great Divide Titan IPA.

Tuesday I had nothing!

Look, I had a job interview today for one of those jobs that pays you to do stuff on a full time basis.  What're they called?  Actual jobs.  Right.  Anyway, I can't tell you how much energy I sinked into this thing.  All my charm and creative juices are gone, man, gone.  I thought about delaying this, but it is what it is.  I'm going to go to Pub Quiz now and post an announcement and, hopefully, an accompanying itinerary tomorrow.

Hugs and kisses,
This Guy

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