This may be old news to everyone, but it is new(s) to me. Washington will be getting a little more tolerable in a week as the M Street nightclub of the damned, Lulu's Club Mardi Gras, will be closing. Forever.
Of course, there is now a chance that Lulu's clientele may descend upon one of my favorite bars demanding to grind to the latest jams from 50 Cent and Bon Jovi. While drinking Bug Lights (girls) or Coronas (boys). And wearing stupid pink bracelets that indicate they paid a stupid cover. That would be horrible.
I'm willing to take that chance. These people may be very nice as individuals. They could be caring, generous, kind, funny, etc. But, when they travel in packs they are insufferable. As they all find their new bars, let's hope that their separation from that douchebag black hole on 22nd and M turns them into new and better people.
And yes, I know, it's obnoxious to lump everyone into groups for the purpose of mocking them. I know it's not fair. If this bothers you as a Lulu's patron, I'm sorry. But, if you drink at Lulu's, why should I give you the benefit of the doubt?