Two Asians And A Mexican Jew Walk Into A Bar

Weird costumes must be a family affair.

Two weeks ago I had the pleasure of having my sister Diana in town to see Rocky Horror. She’s really into Steampunk and stuff like that so of course she was going to wear a costume and in turn I had to dust off my Halloween surprise.

My Rocky get-up has nothing on my sister’s Steampunk fashions- she even changes her eye colors to grey and blue!

So after the show I wanted to show her the best that DC has to offer in nightlife, and we met up with my roommate Maricha at Policy on U-Street. I was too lazy to take off my eye make-up and I hit the town in with eyeliner and eye-shadow on. Oh it was sexy. But that’s the topic for another post…

After Policy I took my sister and roommate to ground zero of PBandTuna: Stetson’s. We then moved on to Adams Morgan, where we probably made the worst decision of the night: walk into Dan’s Cafe. Ever since the first time I experienced the enigma, I always enjoy introducing people to the dirty deal at Dan’s. The price has gone up a bit- $13 from $10 but the deal is still pretty good, an entire fifth of liquor in a glass.

As we each crawl into a booth with our glasses o’ booze, we made a stark realization: we bought too much alcohol. Each of us had a glass of liquor and a can/bottle of mixer. This is part of the reason why you never make Dan’s Cafe your last stop.

To finish it would be certain doom, however we weren’t going to leave a fallen soldier behind, so we had an ingenius idea: sell the our drinks. With half full glasses of booze I saw the booth behind us and challenged Diana to sell her glass. Now you may think it would be a daunting task but I gave her a tip that I think would help lock it in: tell them it’s for a bet. She got up and walked to the booth behind us, told them that she made a bet that she couldn’t sell her glass of booze. When the booth looked over to us we made the appropiate gestures not to buy the booze. They bought the booze. As she walked back with cash in her hand I decided to try it myself, but the group I approached were more into Photo Hunt then my offer. Diana then took my glass and sold it to two other guys across the bar. I was amazed as we recouped our loses on the night, but the three of us felt even more frugal.

As we stumbled across the bridge towards the Metro we looked at our watches and realized we wouldn’t make the last train. So we flagged down a cab, but not before Maricha and I haggled the Taxi driver’s fare to bring us back into Arlington.

Just because you’re having a good time doesn’t mean you can’t save a few bucks either.

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