Rebecca: F that to Thursday’s craptastic weather- I’m calling that day a mulligan. Moving on to Friday, I’ve got a sick sick game of racquetball -yes we wear eye protection dad – planned with a worthy foe for Friday afternoon at the Arlington YMCA after which I’ll celebrate a much earned victory at Ireland’s Four Courts where I’ll grab a Guinness before avoiding St. Paddy’s Day shenanigans all weekend long. Saturday I’ll catch up with a good friend while walking her pooch along the C&O Canal. Saturday afternoon I’ll hit the road with some fellow women cyclist to prep them for the Black Hills Circuit Race which is next Saturday. Sunday it’s a chill out fest until fellow WLDC writer Paul and I hit up Tea Time DC’s event at the Ulysees room. I’m uber pumped to check out this merging of culinary endeavors, artistic expression and community growth.

Tiff: There are not one but TWO new playgrounds in my neighborhood, and they’ve both got baby swings. So you know where I’ll be if the weather is anything even close to hospitable. The kid was a champ last weekend while the grownups sat on the patio at American Ice Company, so I’m inclined to push my luck this week. I’ve got to get my bike down to BicycleSpace for a tune up before prime bike commuting weather starts, so that may happen this weekend. If the weather’s not so great? Look for me huddling on my couch under a blanket, tearfully begging Mother Nature for mercy.

Fedward:  This is a weekend I’m sad I can’t be in multiple places at once.  Our weekend starts early Friday afternoon with a surprise wedding – not ours, that was a year and a half ago – followed by a reception, but if we weren’t doing that we’d be heading up to Blob’s Park for one last polka with Brave Combo. Saturday we’ve got a friend’s 40th birthday celebration, but if we didn’t have that we’d celebrate the upcoming St. Patrick’s Day with some Irish whiskey. Sunday we’ll head to the AFI Silver for Drive (part of their co-presentation on L.A. Modern with the National Building Museum) and then it’ll be time for our usual brunch at the Passenger.

Paul: I know this is functionally Saint Patrick’s Day weekend and as a half-blooded mongrel son of Irish immigrants I should dutifully be spending it drinks lots and lots of Irish whiskey, Guinness extra stout, and eating plenty of blood pudding. But that’s not going to happen. Since you can almost always guarantee to find Irish whiskey stashed on my person at any given time, I don’t feel as inclined to celebrate Senior Paddy as you would expect. Who knows? I may feel a wave of guilt come Monday and finally get that Ulysses tattoo I’ve always wanted. Until then, you can “kiss my royal Irish arse.” But as your humble drinks writer, it is my duty to let you in on where and what to drink this weekend. Regardless of specials, campy theme nights, etc, the one place to drink this weekend if you’re in the mood for some good, debaucherous St. Paddy’s Day fun is the Pug. I will stake my reputation on this, get there for brunch on Saturday and stay until last call. You will have celebrated a St. Patrick’s Day like no other. The Powers will flow like water and that honeyed, golden liquid will transport you all the way back to the green, green fields of Éire. Myself, this weekend I will be working, working, working. Hopefully I’ll get to duck out early enough to check out Doctor Dog’s show at the 9:30 club. Sunday means more work and finally getting to check out Tea Time DC with fellow writer Rebecca. Music, beer, lo-fi abstract expressionism, and chef Cizuka Seki’s (of the phenomenally amazing Izakaya Seki) Japanese-inspired food? Hell.Yes.Please. It’s going to be a great weekend. Just don’t get carried away drinking Jameson.

Don: We’re going to start our weekend with a bit of masochistic driving – out to Fredericksburg to see my Darling Wife’s alma mater Virginia Wesleyan face off against Mary Washington in a Division 3 sweet 16 game. Surely that’ll be a delight of a drive on a Friday afternoon! Saturday and Sunday are largely up for grabs, though our thoughts mostly mirror Tiff’s about outdoors, kids, and weather-cowering.

Tom: After a long week cooped up inside, we’re getting the hell out of the house this weekend. Saturday, Tiff’s cousin is playing in a band concert down at the World War II Memorial, so we’ll likely head down that way with Master Charles. Metro is going to a bit of a mess this weekend with Metro Center closed, so we might end up driving down, but it’ll be the last construction weekend before they break for the Cherry Blossom season, so that much is good. After that, we may try to celebrate some good weather with a test run to the National Arboretum for a good long stroll. Then, perhaps duck over to Queen Vic while we’re on that end of town.

Fedward:  We’re catching the Atlas Intersections Festival on Friday before we have dinner somewhere on H St NE.  Toki Underground, perhaps?  We’re also making time this weekend for Forum Theatre’s Pluto, so that might mean drinks at Jackie’s Sidebar or Quarry House or 8407.  And with the weather warming up, finally, sometime soon, maybe, we’ll keep our cool (horrible pun horribly intended) at the National Portrait Gallery’s American Cool and the National Building Museum’s Cool and Collected exhibits. When we’re not doing any of that we’ll be putting in our entry for the White House Easter Egg Roll lottery and maybe trying to catch a glimpse of Bao Bao at the Zoo. And we have a friend’s birthday coming up that requires whiskey, so we might have to do some scouting at the Jack Rose Whiskey Cellar and/or Southern Efficiency. Plus we can’t forget brunch at the Passenger.  Man, I’m worn out just from typing this.

Paul: My plan is to be way too busy to care about the lousy weather this weekend. Friday I’m going to take in some bluesy burlesque at Black Cat’s House of Sweet Bottom Burlesque Review. But before the night is up I’ll run over to E Street Cinema, because I will not be able to forgive myself if I miss their midnight screening of Airplane!. Saturday I plan to check out my favorite restauranteur/DJs, Eric Hilton, at U Street Lounge. Seriously Eric, between your shows, Gibson and El Rey, just take all my money, why don’t you. Finally, Sunday, my day of rest, I’m going to go for another of my patented six hour brunches at Bar Pilar, followed by taking in some culture at Folger Theatre’s production of Richard III. But other than that, it’s the usual: sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ rye.

Don: Our weekend plans are decidedly parental. Friday we’re going to take advantage of grandparent doting over That Darned Toddler and we’re going to go out for an adult dinner. No, not like that, I mean one where we aren’t trying to cram a conversation in between lunges to keep food on the table rather than the floor or the rafters. Where exactly that will be I’m not sure, though we’d like to make a return to the Red Hen if we can get a table. Saturday we’re likely going to a little youngster-oriented theater by way of the Atlas Intersections Festival; specifically the “Theatre for Babies and Toddlers” being done by Arts on the Horizon. Sunday we may try taking the boy to the Frozen sing-a-long. He’s too young for movies in general but he loves music and this level of chaos may be entertaining enough to amuse him.