Being an A-to-Z optimist, I hate to admit that Bar G left a little to be desired. Perhaps it was the unseasonably cold/rainy weather, or the fact that Georgetown is inaccessible by Metro, or the fact that most people have already been to Garret's, but we only had about a dozen folks show up this week. Don't get me wrong, we had a great time, but these happy hours are better shared with large numbers of awesome people. I hope this is just a temporary lull instead of a sign of things to come.
Ok, moping aside, I wanted to highlight a few aspects of the evening. The first hour was pretty slow - 6 of us ate dinner and speculated why Garret's was so empty. The only other people in attendance were 3 drunk 50-year olds in town for a welders' union conference. How they found Garret's I will never know, but they were quite friendly, even seeking one of our female companion's advice on what shoes they should buy their girlfriends to guarantee gettin' some action when they got home to Seattle. I regret that I was not able to hear the answer.
More A-to-Zers soon appeared, and the rest of the evening was spent pretty much attempting to one-up each other with jukebox selections and trying to break the high score in photo hunt (which we did 3 times thank you very much, but not the dirty version of photo hunt because we were terrible at it because we were too, um, distracted). Some folks went home fairly early, but a group of us stayed behind in hopes of a "Georgetown Double Feature" of Garret's and Guards. Alas, the Guards was closed that night. Or should I say, the only part of the Guards worth going to (the basement) was closed. So we went back to Garret's for a bit until we realized we were the only people left in the bar. Man, this blog entry is boring. Should I skip to the good part where we met Owen Wilson? Ok. Sure.
The night was still relatively young, so one M.O. Gatewood thought it would be G-appropriate to take us to George's Falaffels and Cheesesteaks. Something about Hell and good intentions comes to mind, because he led us on a wild goose chase for this mysterious establishment that, once we finally discovered it did exist, ended up being closed. Dagger. Luckily, G.M. Hurst shepherded us to the Four Seasons bar/lounge where his sister worked. Unluckily, they were no longer serving food or drinks. Luckily, we met Owen Wilson! He was in town promoting the Night at the Museum sequel. He was a really nice guy. He was staying at the Four Seasons and was just finishing a drink before bed. He was really impressed with our A to Z happy hour idea and asked us to add him to the email list!*
Owen went to bed, and once the excitement dissipated we ventured to Johnny Rockets to finally get some long-sought sustenance. I walked home in the pouring rain, hoping to heaven that bar H would herald a return to happy hour greatness.
All-star of the night: D. Slaski, who was the last to arrive but quickly caught up to the rest of us and ratcheted the excitement level up a notch. Stayed till the end, didn't complain when George's Falaffel's and Four Seasons ended up having empty kitchens, and then paid for the rest of us at Johnny Rockets. Also, he looks a lot like our new friend Owen Wilson.
Average A to Zer rating: 2 out of 5.
* If anyone is still reading this, I must tell the truth: we didn't actually meet Owen Wilson. Or even notice him sitting RIGHT NEXT TO US for 10 minutes. It was dark in the Four Seasons, ok?
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