Today everyone at work is talking about the Capitol Lounge burning down, and they all seem to have a personal connection or story about their glory days there.
In my fifteen years or so of living here, I’ve actually never been inside the place. Nothing purposeful about that, really, it just never happened.
So I starting thinking about Capitol Hill in general, and how I just don’t ever go there anymore – to eat, to drink, whatever. Then I realized, with a bit of a shock, that all my memories of that area are negative, many quite painful.
So here are my Top Five Reasons I Don’t Go to The Hill:
1) I told my boss I was leaving the company at Cafe Berlin, and she started to cry into her lunchtime spritzer.
2) I started temping at Pardoe on Pennsylvania Avenue the same day a story broke about their possible racial discrimination, and had to handle all the violent incoming calls.
3) My then-boyfriend got into a brawl at Hawk & Dove on St. Patrick’s Day, and later was pulled over for DUI. Needless to say, he wasn’t Irish.
4) Being told “I love you” at Two Quail, and realizing I couldn’t say it back.
5) Totalling my car into a cab on Constitution.
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.
