It’s heartening to see how die-hard bar regulars react to fire alarms in this supposed panic-prone city.
Last night I met my husband and his demoralized co-workers at the wonderfully cool (as in AC) and kitschy Buffalo Billiards. It’s basement location off Dupont Circle was the perfect antidote to the shock I experienced upon seeing the bank clock scream in blazing digital hysteria “107 degrees!! Get inside while you can!!”
As we detoxed over a perfect pint of Guinness, the fire alarm went off.
Did the patrons bolt? Did the hustlers wave their pool cues in panic?
No, of course not. We all just shook our heads, nodded to the bartender, and ordered another round.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
As one of the founding editors of We Love DC, Jenn’s passions are theater and cocktails. After two decades in the city, she’s loved every quirky, mundane, elegant, rude minute of her DC life. A proud advocate for DC’s talented drinks scene, she’s judged the Corcoran Gallery of Art’s ARTINI contest, the DC Rickey Month contest, the Jefferson Hotel’s Quill Cocktail competition, and is a founding member of LUPEC DC. A graduate of Catholic University’s drama program, she toured the country as a member of National Players, and has been both an actor and a costume designer before jumping the aisle to theater criticism. Writing for We Love DC restored her happiness after a life-threatening illness, and she’s grateful to you, dear readers. Send your suggestions to jenn (at) welovedc (dot) com and follow her on Twitter.