On saturday afternoon I found myself watching a giant pumpkin be tapped for the delicious beer that had been brewing inside. It was the pumpkin beer fest at Elysian in Capitol Hill. The drink that came out was spicy and beery. Hanging out with some people who befriended me at a show a few weeks past, I found stout after stout headed to my empty belly. So we headed for some food.
I had heard from a coworker about an art gallery/bar that was doing a going out of business shindig. Brian and Jess happened to be headed to the same thing.
I had imagined some classy, bright venue with expensive cheese and crackers. I imagined eating more than my fair portion to the point of attracting attention. Reality was this: two dark upstairs rooms where yuppies rubbed elbows with aging hipsters, nodding their heads to the club booty beats coming from the dj booth. We made the best of it though, sitting on the sidelines enjoying our conversation.
With Jess siting fatigue, Brian and I ended the evening at the weird little taco place down the street from their apartment. "What kind of meat can I get in a taco?" Attempting to make me feel stupid, the hipster behind the counter feigned confusion as he turned to peer at the menu board behind him. "Oh, I get it. Beef or lamb." Asshole. I got the beef.
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