Permanent Visitors

Ladies and Gents,

It's important that you sign your permission slips -- as soon as possible -- for Thursday evening's field trip. We don't step out of the routine too often at Drink & Walk, but when we do, we like to think of it as "Health foods" or "Sport" or "Everywhere pomeranian" or "Educational experiences." In other words, if your parents ask you where you're going, or your friends do, or your "lovers whose asses are caked with sand," (spit Cheetohs here), then you can offer one of those excuses. "Sport, mama." Or: "Health foods, lover, whose ass is caked with sand." Or: "Educational pomeranians, my friend."

Join us this Thursday at 8:00 p.m., in the Marvin Center's third floor amphitheatre, on the GW campus, as Drink & Walk salutes Kevin Moffett, fiction writer extraordinaire, in town to read from his book, Permanent Visitors. I will be introducing Mr. Moffett and after the reading, a gang of us will walk up to Dupont Circle, where we will hoist a few in Kevin's honor, and in your honor, at Biddy Mulligan's, around 9:30 or 9:45. If you'd rather stay at home and lick your wounds, I'd say to you: You're gonna miss a great reading, but I'd understand, the idea, of one licking his/her wounds. It's a bad-ass world we live in, afterall.

Email me for directions, if you need them. First stop: Kevin's reading at 8:00 p.m. in the Marvin Center. Second stop: Beers at Biddy Mulligan's (the hotel bar where 19th St. runs into Dupont Circle) around 9:30/9:45.

Hope to see you all there.

Dan Gutstein

happy thanksgiving from drink & walk

WORD ON THE STREET IS . . .

Ladies and Gents,

As many of you know, I've not just been sick, but I've been illin' illin' illin'. illin'. illin'. And when I told that to my doctor, in precisely those words, he immediately prescribed some hiphop antibiotics, brought to me by a rock n roll nurse. "They went to my head / to my head / as I was lyin' in a hospital bed." If you, too, have been illin', then you, too, should ask your doctor about hiphop antibiotics. In no time, I was popping and breaking. My germs were rapping. And now it's time to walk down the street, where we can meet Little Willie, who's drinking Sneaky Pete.

Join me, (Yes, I will be at Angles this week), Rod Smith, Special Ambassador Steph Monte, and Star Emeritus Mel (Melissa) Nichols for another round of Drink & Walk, this Thursday at 6:00. We will recount all the Jump Blues era names for wine: Blackberry, Sweet Cherry, Sneaky Pete, Sweet Lucy ("Makes you feel real Joo-say!), etc., and we will drink of them. PLEASE NOTE: I, myself, cannot say, with any certainty, that I will join in the pilgrimage to the Black Cat, but said pilgrimage will happen, and will be fabulous.

Directions:

We will arrive at Angles around 6:00 p.m., where there is a sparse crowd at that hour, a dollar off all drinks, including a wide selection of beers and fancy drinks, a jukebox that features Joy Division and Louis Jordan and just about everything in-between, before, and after, and empty pool tables, if you want to shoot pool. Angles can be found precisely where Belmont runs into 18th Street, in Adams Morgan, a couple blocks north from the intersection of 18th and U, a couple blocks south from the intersection of 18th and Columbia, next to a Jumbo ("there's a fly on my") Slice, up a short staircase. Look for the sign "Angles" above the window or door. We will be in the front room.

We will stay at Angles until about 7:45, at which point, we will walk over to the Red Room Bar at the Black Cat, which can be found on 14th Street, between S and T Streets. Arrival time around 8:00/8:10 p.m., and we will be there, likely, until 10:00. Note: If there is a long line for the Black Cat, don't worry about that (it's probably for a show). Just go up to the door and ask for the bar. They'll card you and you can go in, to your right.

Dan Gutstein