Youve just finished the first day at your hill job (or nonprofit, or military tech contract, or whatever other traditional DC position you have just landed). You have spent the day filling out papers, answering vaguely worrying questions (by the way, you arent trying to overthrow the federal government, are you?), and being photographed for the 15 forms of ID you will need. What you really crave now is
Yes, Blue Cheese will make all your troubles go away, so you take the red line to the Rockbottom Brewery in Bethesda in the hopes of chicken wings and beer. And cheese.
Unfortunately for the federal government, you find the Lumpy Dog Light Lager disappointingly bland and the Raccoon red ale not much better. The chicken wings, albeit simply as a vehicle for the coveted blue cheese, are stingy, the celery is limp, and the Grilled barbeque Pork sandwich tastes distressingly of beans. The sorority-reunion at the table next to you have all ordered merlot despite the name "brewery". To add insult to injury, the price tag runs you $28 plus tip.
You decide to de-stress by falling asleep on your carpet instead. You wake up at 12 because of a wild Tuesday night party upstairs. You laugh hysterically until someone puts you to bed. End of day one.