Jenn: It seems like suddenly winter is here, so warm up with some hot jazz Saturday night with the Ravi Coltrane Quartet at the historic Sixth & I Synagogue. Coltrane is the son of jazz legends saxophonist John Coltrane and pianist Alice Coltrane, but he’s his own man on the saxophone and is backed by one of the best rhythm sections playing today. Afterwards you could snuggle up under a furry wrap and escape with a Hot Peanut Buttered Rum at POV, now serving their warm cocktails menu on the heated roof terrace. Or hit some theater, with the Tectonic Theater Project performing this weekend only at Arena Stage. Their play cycle dealing with the murder of Matthew Shepard and its aftermath on the town, The Laramie Project and The Laramie Project: Ten Years Later, is bound to be riveting. I’ll have reviews of that and Synetic Theater’s restaging of The Master & Margarita, with artistic director Paata Tsikurishvili’s return to the stage, up next week.
Patrick: I’m really bummed that I’m missing the big We Love DC staff meeting on Friday- but somebody has to cover the Wizards/Grizzlies game. So you’ll find me on the floor of the Verizon Center and around the press tables. Say hi if you catch me typing away. Saturday afternoon I have a hot date with the National Museum of Crime and Punishment. I’ll have to remember to bring my sunglasses for the CSI Experience exhibit– I’m sure it’ll be hot… perhaps too hot to handle(YEEEAAAAAA *cue The Who) Saturday night is still up in the air but now that I’m halfway through No Drink November, I could use some suggestions on a place that will whip up some non-alcoholic cocktails!
Rebecca J: It’s been one helluva week, so I’m taking it easy this weekend which means good food, good drinks, taking in fresh air, and sleeping plenty. To kick things off Friday I’ll hit up Bourbon Steak at the Four Seasons to sip on a few of their tasty and inventive cocktails at their outdoor, heated patio. My favorites on their drinks list are the CeleRickey and Jaliscience. Before heading home, I’ll grab a Roast Turkey & Cheese melt at Muncheez Mania. Saturday I’ll load up on Eggs Chesapeake at Chef Geoffs before a long walk along the C&O Canal/Capital Crescent Trail. Saturday evening both Mizzou and Notre Dame are playing at 7pm, so there will be some serious channel flippage going on. Sunday I’ll catch the matinee showing of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 at the Uptown, and then head over to Breadsoda for what has become a late Sunday lunch and pint ritual.
Michael: I’m putting the pedal to the metal this weekend…Heavy Metal that is! Friday night I’m catching Liturgy at Comet Ping Pong. This four-piece play an experimental form of Black Metal that really sounds like nothing else out there. Imagine sticking your head into the jet turbine on the beach from the pilot episode of LOST right before it exploded and you’re getting close. This show will be noise-metal nirvana. On Sunday, the one and only Cannibal Corpse brings their absurdly evil and disgusting sounds to Rock & Roll Hotel. As if seeing these legends of Death Metal wasn’t enough, to sweeten the deal we also get Dying Fetus on Sunday’s showbill! I’ve been wanting to see DF for years! With this pairing, Sunday’s show has the potential to be Metal show of the year.
Tom: After last weekend’s massive happy party-time weekend, this is a recovery weekend of sorts. We’re preparing to host a small Thanksgiving at our house this year, so that means a trip to the nearby and newly open Woodmore Wegman’s for stuff to make my family’s traditional cranberry relish. Part of me, though, was wishing I was nearly hip enough to catch Chuck Brown at 9:30 Club on Saturday night. Look for me at The Passenger on Sunday, though, for their amazing secret brunch and a tasty cocktail to go with it.
Tiff: I’ll be spending a lot of my weekend dancing. My dance studio’s semi-annual student performance is Sunday, so Saturday means dress rehearsal, and Sunday means clapping along while my fellow students get their international grooves on, and doing a little Bollywood myself. We’ll also be stocking up for the Thanksgiving feast, probably at the new Woodmore Wegmans (the big box grocery store that people LIKE to have in their area).
Katie: Friday night I’m kicking off the weekend with a stop at The Hilly’s, I’m looking forward to the open bar. Did I mention there was an open bar? Saturday I’m thinking it’s best to spend the day outside, it’s supposed to be a balmy 61 degrees. Possibly hitting up Turkey Run for a meander through the woods. After that I’m sure I’ll be craving beer and pizza, so I’m looking to attack Radius for their slice and pint happy hour. On weekends, happy hour runs all day long at Radius. Sunday, I’m hosting a Pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving at my house, so I’ll probably spend the morning cleaning and having a last-minute panic attack about my turkey.
Paulo: It’s a good weekend to go to the National Gallery of Art and see The Pre-Raphaelite Lens, an exhibit of British Photography and Painting from 1848-1875. Of course, I go to this with the somewhat snobbish intent to point and laugh a bit, as my take on the Pre-Raphaelites is more that they were a band of mostly wealthy hobbyists whose pretentions at ante-mannerist revival were barely passable adaptations of classical works whose ambience and execution personified the melodramatic heart-on-sleeve culture of Victorian England. (u mad?) Nevertheless I look forward to it as a window into history, and it’s not all bad: Delamotte’s Evening is a decent photo, plus there are some good portraits of Tennyson and photos by Charles Lutwidge Dodgson — AKA Lewis Carroll of Alice in Wonderland fame.
Erin: When I wrote up the list of things I love about DC last week, a very important item didn’t quite make the cut: seeing a Hollywood blockbuster at the Uptown. I’m a sucker for that balcony and that giant screen, so this weekend I’ll be queuing up for a screening of Harry Potter’s latest. I’m attempting to cram another reading of the last book in before then, so that’ll probably take up the lion’s share of the rest of my weekend. And if I didn’t have to be at work at the crack of dawn on Sunday morning, thereby rendering my Saturday night useless, I would go to Iota to see Jon Langford play. The man is apunk rock pioneer who segued into alt-country a decade or so back, and getting a chance to see him for $15 is a steal.