Mosley: Saturday morning I’m going on a DC Preservation League walking tour of St. Elizabeths. I’ve taken the tour before, but I’m interested in seeing what’s changed with the DHS construction project. Also, I’ll hopefully be getting better pictures than the first time around. The Preservation League does some great tours, and I always recommend them to people. Other than that, my weekend is fairly free, so any suggestions in the comments would be appreciated.
Marissa: Being the savvy shopper that I am, I plan on heading to the newly opened Nordstrom Rack on Saturday and expanding my wardrobe and shoe collection a bit, while shrinking my bank account at the same time. Sunday will be filled with food for me. I’m incredibly excited to be one of the judges at Lamb Jam (sorry folks, you’ll have to use the waitlist) and then heading to DCCK’s Sound Bites at the 9:30 Club. You can still get tickets for $50 and I can’t wait to check out all the good food and music while supporting a great cause.
Brittany: I recently put together that my rarely being hung-over on weekend mornings might explain my lack of enthusiasm for going to brunch – the two seem intimately related. This weekend, I intend to test that theory. This starts on Thursday with the Thrillist and Don Julio Tequila Luxury Drop party, followed by tUnE-YarDs at Red Palace. Friday brings the super-rad vitaminwater uncapped LIVE opening night with the Fatback/Tenderloin/Que Sera triple threat. Saturday brings DC Grey Market, a Positive Force benefit show (that bit being totally xstraightxedgex, obvs), and then a trip to the beautiful House of Sweden for a rooftop party to celebrate that country’s Music Doc Film Festival, probably followed by more something, somewhere. Come Sunday, I want to be able to arrive at brunch and see what all this hungover dining has going for it.
Fedward: Friday is the Social Chair’s birthday so we’re entertaining at home. Saturday (if we survive) we’re up bright and early for the Temperance Tour, and, having failed to repent, we’ll wait for the rapture. If the world fails to end on schedule, we have our pick of birthday parties, one at the Four P’s and one at the Saloon. Sunday will be a day of rest, recovery, and/or sloth, depending on your perspective. In the afternoon we might do a bit of casual looting, and probably finish with hangover brunch at Passenger, which I’m not even going to bother to link to because, well, if you’re reading this every week you already know that’s where we’ll be.
Rachel: I’m shipping off to Boston first thing Friday morning just in time to catch the Chicago Cubs’ first game at Fenway Park since the 1918 World Series. While there, I’ll be getting in some quality time with fellow We Love DC author Dave Levy. If I wasn’t heading out of town for baseball, I’d most definitely be going to the DC101 Chili Cook-Off this Saturday at RFK. I’m totally bummed I have to miss Neon Trees and Weezer, so someone go and enjoy it for me … please? Thanks! Otherwise, I’ll be back in Washington first thing Sunday morning because nothing ever comes between me and Sunday Funday at Guy Mason field with the GPCSL crew.
Tom: What a weekend! Friday night, we’ll be looking for dinner, and I’m giving some serious thought to Shake Shack (and no, it’s not put DC “on the map” food-wise, that’s just silly, GOG Blog) before we head up to Ed & The Social Chair’s evening soirée. Saturday, one of our good friends is celebrating her masters degree (congratulations Jaime!!) and we’ll be at The Saloon. Sunday, I’m giving some serious thought to driving out to Great Country Farms for a flat of strawberries, but you might just catch me at the Bloomingdale Farmers Market instead.
Patrick P: This Friday I will be hanging with my friend Reggie Melbrough over at the The Wonderland Ballroom on the second floor to check out his Don’t Block the Box Comedy Showcase. The show costs $3 cash and after the laughs finish the dancing begins. His show brings together so many local comedians. I am excited.
Paulo: Off to the National Gallery again to see the Gauguin: Maker of Myth exhibit (and not just because of media attention from the Susan Burns incident.) The story is familiar: driven by a fallacious delusion of descent from an imagined bloodline of noble, sexual savagery, he left the family he had abused in Europe and moved to Tahiti to live amongst South Pacific islanders, who then disappointed him with their colonized ordinariness, such that he composed works of idealized island hedonism, all the while sleeping with young native girls — till he caught syphilis. In truth I hate Gauguin, but am yet fascinated with the visual tales he spun to satisfy his own exotic wish-fulfillment fantasies. After that I’ll clean my brain out with the relatively obscure yet skilled and whimsical 17th Century Dutch Master Gabriel Metsu.
Jenn: This weekend there are so many things happening my head is likely to explode trying to decide what to do. Maybe a clone will come in handy. In my neighborhood art is exploding with several events. It’s opening weekend for the VitaminWater uncapped live pop-up at 14th & Florida, with art on display everywhere inside a reclaimed building. I’m definitely hitting the BYT dance party there Saturday night, so I can save as many sinners as possible before the Rapture. More art is on view elsewhere too, as 28 artists are letting the public get a peek inside their process for Mid City Artists Open Studios, on both Saturday and Sunday from 12-5pm, from Dupont to Logan to Scott Circles. And I can’t wait to see Solas Nua recreate 19th century Washington’s Irish shantytown Swampoodle at the Uline Arena in what’s bound to be a fascinating theatrical experience. When will I eat? Lamb Jam.