I’ve talked a bit on here about my FIFs – freaking internet friends. Back in 2007 I was active on The Knot message board while wedding planning and I attended a meet up with three other local brides. We hit it off and since then they’ve become some of my dearest friends. We forged a fast friendship – there was safety in an internet friend. It meant I could share honest and real things about myself, because there was always an “out” – they didn’t know my husband or my “real life” friends, and I could be myself because if they didn’t like me, I could always walk away. But, the opposite happened, and I am now so very grateful to have them in my life.
One of our first common interests was The Bachelor/The Bachelorette tv series – we’d live tweet through episodes and email frantically the next day. The three of them still actively watch but I haven’t watched since Jake’s season. So when they discovered that Chris Bukowski was opening a restaurant called Bracket Room in Arlington, I at first was all “who?” and then I was all “whatever, girls night!!”
We went out the week it opened (was that in August? Am I that far behind on blogging?) and I was seriously disappointed. The place was slammed (understandable), the music volume was obscenely loud, and the food was “meh” at best. But the most insulting part was the way we were treated. The hostess sat us on the patio around 9pm or so, and while still eating, the bouncers outside started harassing us to leave. Apparently the patio closes at 10pm and other patrons wanted to sit outside since we were, so they were eager to get us to leave. However, the bouncers weren’t employees – they were contracted out (like many are in this area, and rotate bars) – and we were never told by the server, hostess or manager (or Chris who was outside often while we were eating) that we had to rush to finish. We were upset about their constant hovering to leave and asked for the check, and the server took forever to bring us back our credit cards, during which the bouncer only became even more increasingly dickish. Its sad that he reflected so poorly on a place when he doesn’t even work there, but it was enough that I don’t plan to return. Plus, I’m a little old for the Clarendon scene – I went there weekly at 21. Its not as cute at 30. Plus plus, there’s nothing cool about seeing little fan girls throwing themselves at a guy just because he was on a terrible reality TV show.
However, it was amazing to see two of the girls (the fourth lives in Lancaster, PA now and comes down frequently but couldn’t make it this time) and catch up.
What wasn’t amazing was the number that the rain and humidity did on my hair. Yikes.
Cape Blouse: Asos (old) | Leather skirt: H&M (old) | Heels: Vince Camuto | Bag: Theit
Recognize the cape?!
Also, I’m in NYC right now for LuckyFabb (woo!) but wanted to mention that we’re getting ready to start the Fall version of the 30×30 challenge. The amazing Aubrey is helping me coordinate it since I’ve been a little crazy lately, but if you want to join in, let us know! Not sure what a 30×30 is? Read more here.