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Sunday, February 7th 5pm: Super Bowl Sunday Owners Suite at Hudson Restaurant & Lounge 2030 M Street, NW
Thursday, February 11th 8:30-midnight: Kisses and Cupid to benefit Once Upon A Prom at Napoleon Bistro 1847 Coiumbia Road, NW
Thursday, February 11th - Sunday, February 14th DC International Wine & Food Festival at Reagan Building 1300 Pennsylvania Ave, NW
Friday, February 12th 7:30pm-9:30pm: Love Me, Kiss Me, Be Mine with DC Matchmaking at le bar in the Sofitel Lafayette Square 806 15th Street, NW
Saturday, February 13th 8:30pm: Art of Flirting dinner hosted by author Jason Tesauro at ici Urban Bistro in the Sofitel Lafayette Square 806 15th Street, NW call 202.730.8453 for ressies
Sunday, February 14th 11:30am-3pm: Valentine's Day Brunch with Live Jazz by "Cocktail Jazz Trio" in le bar & ici Urban Bistro in the Sofitel Lafayette Square 806 15th Street, NW call 202.730.8453 for ressies
Sunday, February 14th 5pm-10pm: Valentine's Day Dinner tasting menu in ici Urban Bistro in the Sofitel Lafayette Square 806 15th Street, NW call 202.730.8453 for ressies
Wednesday, February 17th 7pm: beerandballet with performances by Washington Ballet dancers "The Great Gatsby" 3515 Wisconsin Ave
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Freaky Friday
It’s an odd phenomenon. You see, when I leave the Wash/Metro area for a vacation – or for whatever reason such as 1) I’m running away from home 2) my blood pressure is similar to that of Mount St. Helen’s pre-eruption and unless I leave town I may just explode – I actually achieve REM and I get up early, practically skipping out of bed. My odd behavior can turn rather annoying to my travel mates, particularly after an all night champagne binge. Strangely enough, I feel no post-party results when I’m away. It’s like all my indiscretions (drinking, eating, singing karaoke, dancing in the street) have magically left my system. Yet, teleport me back home and ouch. Do I feel it the next day. Can someone please explain this to me?

As to be expected, I was up at the crack of dawn Friday. Like “BING!” my eyes flew open and there was an obnoxious Cheshire Cat grin on my face. Granted, there was nothing cozier than the womb of the flannel sheets and super comfy bed, but with the combination of being on East Coast time and the pure joy of being away from home on an adventure, my body needed to rise. Plus, the winks of light were beginning to shine into my room. I mean, why sleep when you can get the day started at … wait, oh wait. I glanced at my BlackBerry, which like a coddled newborn, had become the object of my spooning as of late (sometimes I wake up with the gifts of tiny indentations on my cheek left from the keyboard).
Crap, it’s only 6am here. I thought now would be a good time to start texting all my friends at home who were most likely awake or at the very least would not be offended by my cheery morning greeting. “What are you doing up?” I received back. “Why are you up so early? You are on vacation. Go back to bed.” and “What are you doing texting me? Aren’t you supposed to be away and relaxing? I guess you didn’t get lucky last night, haha!” I threw my Berry on the floor and turned my attention towards something that did appreciate me at this hour. My suitcase.
Within an hour, I’d unloaded my attire and had all clothing articles neatly folded, stacked, and hung up, like I was moving in. My photos from the evening prior were uploaded to the MacBook. I glanced at the correct Mountain time displaying on the Bose bedside radio. Great, it’s 8:30, I can leave my quarters and not feel like I’m waking up the world. Within moments, fueled by numerous cups of coffee, fruit and blueberry pancakes, the plan was laid out and it was time to get ready for the day.
David and I swung by where Andy was staying which wasn’t too far away. The sky was gray, almost dingy. The snow was coming down heavily with no intention on stopping. We weren’t able to see the mountain tops which hid from us behind the thick foggy clouds. “On a sunny day, you can see all the way up to the top of these mountains,” David pointed out. “I’ll take your word for it. I’m sure it’s beautiful.” I was more concerned at the time that we didn’t die a slow painful snowy death on the hilly roads as we entered the area of Main Street. “Here we are again,” David gestured towards a few buildings. “We were at lower Main Street last night for the parties. We’re going to park at the church up at the top of Main Street now because we have a parking pass.” Andy and I gave each other an approving nod. “We know who to hang with! It’s David! David’s got our back.”


When we climbed out of the car, we had a chance to take in the true level of steepness which surrounded us. I felt like I was at the bottom of life-size cereal bowl. The town was full of quaint older square shaped homes (worth multiple millions), each with porches where dagger shaped icicles of various forms had frozen mid-drip. They were stunning to view. As we carefully made our way down the stairs next to the church to get to Main Street, we commented on the dangerously pointed shapes. “Um, they are everywhere. How deadly….how do you suppose people – AAGH!” and BAM! a huge pile of snow fell off a roof right next to me. Andy, who was first in our row, then David swung around. “Holy … are you ok?”

“Sure, just a mild heart attack, but that’s nothing a good cold beer can’t fix,” I replied. The snow continued flowing which made it not only hard to move forward all the while fearing a future splat-like position, but also challenging to even see. We all wore sunglasses because while not sunny, the reflection off the snow was significant. We continued down, making note of the residences and the boards with Sundance film posters plastered all over.

Our pseudo tour guide David announced, “Ready? We can make this a ‘bar crawl’ day. You haven’t seen the town in the daylight. We’ll go to a few places, start at the top, move down and-” “do some shopping in between!” I interjected enthusiastically. Of course, I didn’t consider the challenge of traipsing tipsy through mushy, heavily stacked mounds of snow down hill with bags to balance. I was on vacation! Nothing was impossible.
Our first stop (by the way, it was about 11:45ish and Main Street was pretty quiet) was the famous Wasatch Brew Pub, famous mostly for its tasty Polygamy Porter – remember we were in UTAH. We opened the door, stomped the snow off, taking in the warmth and the few patrons already finding comfort in their bar stools.
“Let’s check out the shop,” Andy suggested and we started picking up hats, tees, jackets, and nick nacks with the Wasatch logo emblazoned across. There were more than enough advertisements reminding us of the Mormon state we were in, all in good fun of course. David and I had found it ironic that the advertisements on Delta’s personal On Demand screens flying out to Salt Lake touted HBO’s “Big Love” as the show to watch.
When we were finished browsing and not buying we chose to hit the bar. While I tried the Raspberry Wheat, Andy volunteered to imbibe in the Polygamy Porter. I mean, you can’t very well come to Wasatch and not have at least a sip of its famous porter, yes?
“You guys are great conversationalists,” David remarked dryly as he observed Andy and me on our seats with our faces in our respective mobile devices. We both looked up, “We’re TWEETING!” And with that, so began David’s full on entree into the Twitter World. Andy and I (more so Andy), eagerly provided David with a quick tutorial and before you knew it, he was well on his way. Oh yes, @dvennett was soon one popular handle for many reasons… but we’ll get into that. (Dave Matthews sound familiar?)
Moving on to our next bar in the “Bar Crawl” (which by the way, was our second and last, what a Bar Crawl that was), we found the streets to be more crowded than earlier. We chose to hit up Flanagan’s a bit further down, which was smack in the middle of a busy lunch hour. The place was packed, everyone drinking, digging into sandwiches, bar food, beers, and decked out in comfortable casual attire, including muddy snow covered boots (meaning the floors were slippery – Achtung!)
We grabbed a huge booth knowing we’d have Andy’s friend Susan join us, as she was flying in that afternoon. After we’d ordered a whole slew of appetizers and more beer (hey, altitude, dryness, and trudging in the snow makes a woman thirsty and hungry!), we sat back content, deciding what was next on the hit parade. Ploughing through our meal, we made the executive decision to go the Marriott which was known to everyone as the “Sundance Film Festival HQ”. I glanced at my BlackBerry which was ringing. “Michael Nash!” I squealed announced. “Hey! Where are you?”


“We’re on Main Street,” the Climate Refugees filmmaker replied.
“Really? So are we!”
“Ok, well, we are going to get a bite to eat at Flanagan’s.”
“No way! We’re here right now!”
“We’re walking in!”
“Great, we have a huge booth, you and your group-” I stopped and looked at my plate which held the remnants of French fries and a rather unhealthy version of a sandwich - a Reuben sans the corned beef, but still, it looked rather unsavory and well … a plate more suited for a man to have been munching on, “Yes, you and your group can join us if you want.” I hung up and looked directly at an Andy who was busy Tweeting. “Andy, give me your plate, take mine!” Andy, a year round triathlete, had chosen to accompany his beer with a light salad and tuna tartare. His salad bowl was virtually empty, save a lettuce leaf here and there and the tuna was polished off. I nodded at target: Salad Bowl.
“Um, ok,” he said egregiously. Like a marathon baton, the switch was made just as Michael and his group, inclusive of Justin, his fiance, and some of his crew walked up to the booth. Sitting down, after making all the introductions, we began chatting about the night prior and found out about this concept (and more than likely a wildly profitable and popular business) called a “Music Taxi”, where the taxi van is set up for karaoke. Yes, how much do you want that here in DC? Actually, I don’t really think Washington is ready for a Music Taxi quite yet.
Susan finally arrived and we ended staying for about an hour longer, taking photos to capture memories to be fondly be viewed again and again on Facebook and Flickr. We cheered to Sundance, Climate Refugees, Justin’s recent engagement, Twittering, and any other reason that seemed proper at the time.

When the bill came we split up and walked out into the now slushy, crowded sidewalk. It was Friday afternoon of Sundance opening weekend and the world was beginning to descend upon the otherwise sleepy ski town. Susan, Andy, David and I went off to tour more of lower Main Street, the snow never ceasing. We passed by AC Slater (Mario Lopez) on the street. “My first celebrity spotting,” I announced to no one in particular. Then we chose to do what any normal slightly buzzed group would do. We walked from lower Main to upper Main, trudging along (remember, altitude, beer, and walking uphill does not a comfortable situation make, but it sure does wonders for the legs and glutes) to the car. Leaving the town to head to the Marriott, or SUNDANCE TWENTYTEN HQ, we waited patiently for our “credentials”, you know, all the cool kids had them. They were the recognizable neon name tags slipped into a clear plastic holder held by a purple lanyard that everyone wore.
What did these creds get you? Admittance to Sundance House, Filmmaker Lodge, Salt Lake City Festival Cafe, the Music Cafe, and New Frontier on Main. For all official Sundance parties, you had to have your creds on you. It was kind of the running joke of the trip -like American Express, you didn’t leave home with out it. Did we use them to go to any of the aforementioned places? Um. No. But hey, it made one feel a bit official, in a way.
Back at the house, we had some time to rest up, shower and change for the evening. Philippe, who was physically exhausted from about 4 days of snowboarding all day at The Canyons, joined us for wine and cheese. Then, we took off for a night of debauchery.
Main Street was wall to wall people at this point. Long lines formed in front of bars that in another city during any other time, one would enter at her own risk. Annoyed by the crowds and ridiculous entrance fees, we decided to end up at dive bar (where we were first told the door was $5, then 5 minutes later, because the doorman was suddenly attuned to the lines forming and decided that it was now $10 to enter) called O’Shucks. Yes, I was at O’Shucks. Don’t judge.
Narrow, sardine packed, selling fishbowl sized cheap draughts, cans of Pabtz Blue Ribbons (aka: PBR’s), and shots of liquid I hadn’t seen since college frat parties, the place resembled “Dewey Beach without the snow”. I felt like I really was at Dewey Beach, the year 2000, and I was wearing clothes. Lots of clothes. The seats were ripped, the scent a bit dank, and my frown was not turning upside down. The writing was on the wall. Literally. Not unlike a Key West let it all loose bar, patrons had left their mark with pens, crayons, markers, Sharpies, and probably bodily fluids. Of course, I had to let those following our footsteps in the future know, the Punch had been there.





It wasn’t too much later that we chose to call it a night. The next day was going to be long with movie screenings and hey, the weekend was just beginning.
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On Tuesday February 2nd, Ping Pong Dim Sum threw an unforgettable Chinese New Year party. As my guests and I walked into the party, my friend who has been to countless high-end and celebrity events in New York commented, “this doesn’t feel like DC!” The place was packed with well-dressed, energetic 20 and 30 somethings while catchy dance music played in the background. We immediately headed to the coat check (which was complimentary and even had signs that said, No Tips Please–We’ve got you covered tonight!) and went off to find Whitney Stringer (pictured above left with Felice Cherry, another Punch team member), my fellow Punch team member who looked absolutely stunning in a deep gold belted satin dress. Whitney informed us that there were several stations with cocktail and dim sum demonstrations and there was even a calligrapher at the event. There were also several other bars where guests could try any of the drinks from the extensive cocktail menu. Baskets and plates of dim sum kept coming out of the kitchen and it almost seemed endless. Guests could sample a diverse variety of all the different dumplings, buns and other treats on the Ping Pong menu. If that wasn’t enough, in the middle of the event there was a performance of a dancing dragon to drum beats that had the audience mesmerized and in awe. At the end of the night, happy guests were given a Ping Pong gift bag to take home filled with all sorts of goodies that were unique to the restaurant. As we left, another friend of mine who had not yet been to Ping Pong remarked, “I will definitely come back here…again and again and again.”
Ping Pong is located at 900 7th Street, NW
I made a dear friend of mine watch the kids’ (but really for adults with a low threshold for what they find to be entertaining) animated movie “Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs” recently. It was hilarious and yet, I couldn’t help but think there were some underlying themes that were meant for people of all ages. One of the themes I picked up was “being gluttonous is going to get you really gross, fat, sick, obese, and eventually turn you into someone unrecognizable.” Ironically, my friend (who prides himself in sparse eating habits) and I happened to be watching the movie while eating dinner and were rather grossed out during the scenes where the antagonist, Mayor Shellbourne (voiced by Bruce Campbell), stuffed his mouth full of anything he laid eyes on. He was greedy, gluttonous yes, and his version of heaven included a never ending Las Vegas buffet. Without making us realize it (or maybe they did want us to think about it, who knows) the filmmakers provided a message about taking a step back and pondering, “What am I putting into my mouth? Is it true? I am what I eat?”
I became a vegetarian – not a vegan – who sometimes eats some cooked salmon for the fatty acids only – so I guess the proper term is pescatarian – 2 years ago this January. There’s no way I could give up cheese and eggs. If I gave up cheese I might have a totally different body, but as my dear friend Philippe always says: “You can’t trust a person who doesn’t like cheese.” Then again, he’s half French and we all know there, le fromage is king. Anyway, people always ask me, “Why did you do it? How is going? Are you ever going to eat meat again?”
The reasons I chose to go meatless are very personal. I could care less what other adults put in their bodies unless I think it will poison them. Everyone is responsible for his or her own life. With regard to children, on the other hand, I think it’s extremely important to teach them how to make wise and healthy eating choices early. As an aside, Andy Balwin’s very mission with the Surgeon General is just that: preventing childhood obesity. That said, I am honestly happy about this upcoming DC Meat-FREE Week. Anthony Bourdain should stay out of town during this time. He’s the anti-vegetarian and has proudly made comments alluding to the fact that he thinks those who don’t eat meat are the ones who can’t be trusted.
Veggies and vegans, grab your meatless buddies and dine out all week. Here’s the schedule below:
Saturday, February 6th
Great Sage – *New Vegan Menu!*
Clarksville Square Drive, Clarksville, MD
8 p.m. Dinner with Gene Baur — Reservations Required
5 p.m. – 10 p.m. Regular dinner option — Reservations Recommended
Sunday, February 7th
My Little Bistro – *New Vegan Menu!*
353 Cedar St., NW
9 a.m. – 6 p.m. — No Reservations Needed
DC Vegan Bake Sale to benefit the victims of Haiti
Falls Plaza Giant, 1230 W. Broad St., Falls Church
2 p.m. – 6 p.m. — No Reservations Needed
Monday, February 8th
The Mansion on O Street – *$5 Off Lunch or O’Dinnertini for Meat-Free Week Participants!*
2020 O St., NW
12 p.m. – 2 p.m — Lunch Reservations required at http://www.omansion.com/lunch
5:30 p.m. – 8 p.m. — O’Dinnertini Reservations required at http://www.omansion.com/martini
**To receive the discount note “$5 Off Meat-Free Special” in Additional Comments of Reservation**
Tuesday, February 9th
Sticky Fingers Bakery to benefit Compassion Over Killing
1370 Park Rd., NW
7 a.m. – 8 p.m. — No Reservations Needed
Wednesday, February 10th
Busboys & Poets
All Locations!
11 a.m. – Midnight — No Reservations Needed
Thursday, February 11th
The Source (I can’t believe Chef Scott Drewno is participating in this! He’s the one who asked me if I was still on that “weird diet”)
575 Pennsylvania Ave., NW
5:30-10:30 — Reservations Recommended
Friday, February 12th
Restaurant Nora
2132 Florida Ave., NW
5:30-10:30 — Reservations Recommended
Learn more here: http://www.dcvegan.com/tag/dc-meat-free-week/ Cheers to a meatless week!
Joan Wages, a founding Board Member and President & CEO of the National Women’s History Museum will speak to members and guests of the American News Women’s Club on Thursday, February 18th. Don’t miss this opportunity to learn about the museum founded 1996 which was created to be a nonpartisan, nonprofit educational institution dedicated to preserving, interpreting and celebrating the multiple historic contributions of women from all over the country.
The NWHM is currently in the process of attempting to build its home on the National Mall. Find out what has transpired thus far and all about the beginnings and progress of this fine museum.
The evening begins at 6:30 p.m. Light fare will be served. The cost is $25 for members, $30 for nonmembers and guests, and $10 for students. Reservations are required by Monday, Feb. 15 and may be made by phone, 202-332-6770, or by e-mail: anwclub@comcast.net.