Oh what a Friday! What I thought would be a relatively relaxing evening, turned out to be packed full of events. A last minute decision to go to happy hour on Friday, found me at Mad Rose Tavern in Clarendon. While I’m not a huge Clarendon fan, I was still surprised that I had never been there just because of its proximity to everything else. Arriving a little after 5pm, we found a few coworkers already there enjoying some beverages inside on the ‘hip’ couch area. After ordering a $4 screwdriver, I knew I should set a limit for my consumption knowing I’d be going elsewhere later. While we quickly ordered and promptly served, our waitress spilled part of a beer on a friend. Yes, yes, this happens, but in my cranky old age of 23, I was taken aback that the waitress was more concerned with wiping up the table and the lack of offering of paper towels for my beer soaked friend, ha. Aside from our slightly spacey waitress, I did enjoy Mad Rose for happy hour. The drinks were cheap and provided a good space for meeting with a larger group of people. Despite the humidity, we ended up moving to the outside seating area. I did enjoy the outside couches that provided a cozier environment than most outdoor seating areas (I think any girl in a skirt or guy in shorts can identify the pain of the ever popular wire chair). Overall, I would come back for Mad Rose for happy hour with a group of people. I won’t comment on what the night scene is like, but I wouldn’t want to come here with just one or two other people.
Leaving Mad Rose around 7pm, I had just enough time to go home, cook dinner, and freshen up before heading out to my late evening plans – hanging out with my volleyball teammates. One girl just happens to work at The Ugly Mug in Eastern Market and had always suggested we all come visit her on Friday night. The only other time I had ventured to this establishment was for a brunch/lunch with my roomies. While the food was still good, it certainly did not have the same atmosphere as a Friday night. Starting off with a screwdriver, I was initially surprised when my teammate brought me such a large glass – don’t worry, it was a good surprise. Proceeding to with my normal vodka tonics, I was far from disappointed with the quality. These three large drinks set me back $20. Important to note: My teammate provided some awesome service (never letting anyone get parched). After a few drinks and banter, bear fights were the next obvious step. The back story is our indoor team name was Bear Fight. Now, I only have partaken in a bear fight once before (on a lovely business trip to St. Louis…at City Museum). That experience was so good that ever since I’ve been raving about the drink. Now being the girl racing two guys, I won’t say I lost…but I definitely did not win, ha. More importantly, the bear fight was just as good, if not better, than I remember.
So what does The Ugly Mug have to offer? Large drinks and good service. It has the feeling of a neighborhood bar, but did have an oddly inserted DJ there on Friday. People weren’t really dancing, but it does add to the fun/lighthearted atmosphere. This is definitely a chill place and great for meeting a small group of people. I wouldn’t suggest this establishment for too large of a group just because of the numbered seating inside. Also to note for the outside bar dwellers, they do have a sidewalk patio that I’m sure is great for people watching/mocking.
Being quite toasty at this point, the guys decided it was time to move on from the Ugly Mug. Proceeding to Dupont Circle, our next stop was Midtown. Oh Midtown…I’ve had many a memory at Midtown (or blurs, haha)…typically involving dancing. My first time there I may have ended up in many cell phone picture collections, but I will most likely deny any such events if you ask me about it in person, ha. Midtown, for those of you unfamiliar, offers several floors, many bars, overpriced drinks, a relaxed lounge (for those that aren’t dressed appropriately), creepy dudes, and a more exclusive lounge area. It really is great for women that enjoy dancing because there is typically enough space, but beware the sausage fest. Moving on from Midtown, we walked a block or so to Café Citron for some real dancing. I will point this out now, if I haven’t already. I am by no means a dancer. Do I like to dance? Heck yes! Even before drinking, I’d be the girl wanting to get on the dance floor and make a fool of myself. The making a fool of myself still continues, don’t worry, haha. Hopefully my evening dance partner wasn’t too embarrassed by my subpar dance moves. Sometimes I like to think my enthusiasm is all that really matters #thingsyourmomtellsyou. While I won’t give Café Citron a full review due to a lack of experience here, I did have a positive first impression and hope to venture back with more dance enthusiasts. Overall, Friday was a pleasantly eventful evening. Special thanks to my teammates for a good night, even if it was rough waking up early Saturday morning.