- Works for me.
Google found this on Garrett’s:
Garrett’s in Georgetown (3003 M St., NW; 202-333-1033)
If this is the one we’re going to.
Now, what is the nearest metro station to this place, and what are the prices like?
http://yp.washingtonpost.com/E/V/WASDC/0020/23/98/cs1.html
Dupont Circle, Rosslyn and Foggy Bottom are all metro options. And the food is decently-priced.
A map of the Foggy Bottom area. 7 blocks west, 3 blocks north and you’re basically to the place.
Taking the Metro to Georgetown is not really a good idea, unless you like to walk. The closest stop is Foggy Bottom; exit walking north up 23rd until you reach the circle and then continue left onto M.
18.00 sounds good.
We are now an absolutely firm no. I forgot that Bluesman was going to be off frolicing in Florida this weekend. You guys have fun!
Waitasecond…
Bluesman goes off to frolic for the weekend in Florida, and the lovely Lucretia can’t frolic with the DC Dope crew?!?
What’s wrong with this picture? 
I can’t make it, something came up for tonight.
Have fun without me.
Thank you all for meeting us at Garrett’s for dinner Saturday night. We had a great time. I think. 
Here’s the complete story, in all its sobriety (unlike the version you heard Saturday): I believe I mentioned that Garrett’s used to be my hangout bar. It’s dark, smoky, and has that “hole-in-the-wall” feel that keeps it pretty much a local place, except during Georgetown weekend nights. Well, my girlfriend (who says ‘hi,’ by the way) and I walked in at about 4PM, after a hot day of walking around. As soon as we entered, the bartender recognized me from several years ago, and started giving us free drinks. LOTS of free drinks. We toasted everything under the sun twice. We were getting complimentary beers, shots, and whiskey out the wazoo. This went on until it was time to meet you guys at 6. Now, I know I didn’t HAVE to drink everything he handed me, but it felt good to be remembered. Sooooo…one drink led to another, and pretty soon, we were sheets to the wind.
I apologize for any “drunk talk” we might have engaged in, and for any foolish statements or behavior we might have displayed while under the influence.
Anyhow, it was a pleasure to meet all of you, and I hope we can do it again sometime.
A lovely time was had by all, I think . . .
“We didn’t sleep well last night” and “Nothing’s been going in me right today” juxtaposed . . . Pucette confided in me afterward that she was laughing as hard as I was, only hers wasn’t vocal.
After y’all left I met her mom and her hot French cousin, who didn’t mind my shitty (but well-intended) French. And we went to a bar and saw ESPNClassic’s presentation of the 1976 World Series.
And just think . . . there’s another dopefest on the 15th. This must be some kind of record.