Preppy is the New Hipster

I am a big fan of the District of Columbia. Lately have become bogged down my the everyday working, studying, excersizing, eating, transporting, and worring about my love life to remember that hey, I am actually quite happy to be living in this mid-sized mid-atlantic city. Last night me and my surrogate family checked out the (relatively) new spot in town-H Street, NE. Here is my review of the spots we hit up.
Its got to be quick since I am sitting in the library, not studying and I am supposed to be going to Agatha's b-day party in a few hours.

The Red and The Black-We actually didn't stay here. I really wished we did bc it looked pretty cool. It was complete with super-cute hipster bouncer at the door, and a decent sized upstairs stage where I would like to go and listen to rock and roll. The crowd looked a bit older, which I actually like, and when I say older I mean gray hairs-nice and salty. But Dave forgot his ID and had to leave so we wandered outside and were convinced to check out:

The Palace of Wonders because we heard there was a burlesque show happening at 10:00. This turned out to be not true bc of the holiday weekend. The Palace of Wonders is a concept bar, which typically turns me off. Its like a carnival-freak show type of thing. They have weird paper-mache mummies meant to look real and two headed lambs and shit which may or maynot be real. It was kind of gross, you know like the decor at Ruby Tuesdays or any family american dining chain. I think the freaky uncle of the guy - who decorates for Applebees - decorated this place when he had just gotten back from a trip to crazytown. The weather was great so the crew sat outback on the patio. Their was a cat that I wanted to take home with me. The PoW, despite my being slightly apaulled off by the concept bar thing, gets a good review and I am interested to see a burlesque show there, kind of. Note-if you are going to check out this spot I reccomend going with my friend Dave because he is one of those guys that really takes his time and looks at the shit around him. Ask him about Fivey. After a couple of rounds someone throws out the idea of a pub crawl. This seems like a good idea to everyone and I start trying to round people up and start using the verb "crawl" in the most offensive way, ie "are you guys ready to crawl?". and I hate myself.

The Rock and Roll Hotel was the next and last destination of the crawl. I liked this place from the beginning, they put a cute blue star stamp on the inside of my wrist-yay-those gentrifyers sure have a knack for originality. Downstairs there is a dj spinning some really loud jungle-of which I am not really a fan-so I head upstairs. I think it is called a hotel because it has different rooms some of which are locked, which kind of turned Mark into a Sherlock Holmes type trying to investigate why they were locked. Anyway there is a big bar which is nice and cute bartender-she is no sarah, but cute. One room was this great red velvet room, and it looked like their should be some like chains on the wall(no Taylor there weren't), but it is classier than that. Another room, the one we choose, was the colonial style couch room. Pamela got attacked by some STD-carrying tourists, aka austrialians. I am not going to describe it, because I think I am going to throw my birthday party there and I dont want to ruin the surprize for everyone. Its rad, and I'll leave it at that. So come, give me birthday kisses and check it out for yourself. Oh yeah, and there was some lady throwing up in the bathroom.

H-Street gets a thumbs up, and I will definately be going back since I didnt get to try the Rib Tip, and other places.

It was quite a nice night, and we finished it off with a ride from Terry the Taxi.