10 Hours in a Bar

Lowen Baumgarten

Feb 26, 2012 — 1 min read

Scott and I landed at Dulles at 4:00 p.m. and not an hour later we were at the Tombs drinking.

Shady was there waiting for us in a booth with two pitchers of Busch Light on the way. They were the first of nearly 20. We ordered some nachos and wings, I opened the bag of Ghiradelli chocolate squares I'd bought at the airport for Lula, and we toasted the Hoyas. Soon everybody was there, and soon we were drunk, dancing to Zac Brown band.

Last year, on this same trip, Scott and I stayed at the Tombs til 3:00 a.m. close, a full 10 hours drinking pitchers of Busch Light in a windowless basement. A year older, we left at 2:00 a.m. Friday night.

And I wasn't even hung over Saturday morning.

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