All stories about "Rebecca Armendariz"

Weed lovers in D.C. find themselves wading through a pool of over-accomplished and pompous d-bags. So chill, brah, and partake in many of the fine red-eye friendly eating establishments and thought-provoking outdoor activities. It's hard to brave the tourist haunts and general public when you're sober, so numb the pain a little and blow your mind at some of D.C.'s more stimulating attractions. (photo)

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D.C.'s punk-rock heyday may have come and gone, but the music scene still thrives, thanks to the work of local musicians like the following. Like their music? Then you might like their choice in delectable dishes as well. Read on to see where the District's local rock celebrities like to chow down and why, and maybe stalk them there before they get too famous. (photo)

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In honor of Pope Benedict XVI's upcoming visit to Washington, D.C., and the Vatican's latest issuance of some new and updated seven deadly sins, I have compiled a list of places where you, in the months leading up to the Pope and his crazy eyes staring down you at Nationals Stadium on April 17, can commit acts against God. Yes please! (photo)

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Let's say your unemployed rocker boyfriend has a mole on his leg that looks like a pulsating alien growth, but he can't afford to go to the doctor -- don't you wish your health insurance would cover his "baby, I'm a musician" ass before the cancer spreads? Or maybe you want to be first in line when it comes to your roommate's inheritance ... you know, just in case. The answer lies within a domestic partnership. Though usually seen as an lame substitute for wedded bliss created by lawmakers for gay people, hetero D.C. residents can partake, too! Create an everlasting bond in a few simple steps -- just as long as the two of you have both signed a lease together.

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Welcome to another installment (see part the first) of our quest to figure out how certain oddball shops could possibly pay for prime shop rents. Seeing the lines to get in at Tom Tom's (woof) and mouse-clicking literary types fill the tables at Tryst makes you wonder just how these normally empty stores bring in any revenue. Let's examine!

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Most of us have dined and binge-drank on 18th Street in Adams Morgan. But there are very many stores that have always been there, though typically ignored by passerby. How do the owners pay rent on one of the busiest streets in Northwest DC if they're selling such specialized (and weird) goods? Here's a little guide to these shops. Maybe they've got something you didn't even know you needed.

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There's nothing more glamorous than the world of hard-hitting journalism. Of course, by "nothing," one means "most everything," but one cannot deny the cultural cachet of the reportorial persona -- just ask Matt Drudge's hat. Especially here in DC, the wonk-friendly journalist enjoys a certain elevated status, either as friend or foe (or both). For a first taste of Washington's journalism culture, here's a list of places and spaces friendly to the fourth estate.

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Most of us have lofty dreams of someday making a difference. But the idea of waking before noon on Saturday to do something unselfish is sometimes overshadowed by splitting hangovers and warm blankets. If you do decide to volunteer your time to a worthy cause, however, these places are a good start -- whether helping underprivileged children, sick people, or cute little puppies.

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When I first moved to DC, Dupont Circle, with its rainbow flags and history, was toted as the gay mecca. And with its bookshops and the fountain and shopping, why wouldn't it be? However, as the years went on, I began to realize that Dupont was more of a wankfest than meant as a haven for queens. The bars, overridden with frat-tastic creeps and their sorostitute counterparts, make even an impressive beer special or an appropriately grumpy waitstaff not worth the pain. Here I highlight the plusses and minuses of a night in Dupont Circle and environs, because sadly, we've all had to endure at least one.

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Last week, we discussed the best DJ and dance nights in DC. But the rose of the District's booty-shakin' nightlife scene harbors many thorns. Whether the music's tired or the attendees crush your aching soul with their mistaken presumption that eye makeup = beauty, these events should be tossed off the calendar and morphed into a very distant memory.

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DC has so many dance nights that it's hard to pick through the rubbish and know which ones are actually fun. Next week, I plan on alerting you to the worst, but for now, let's focus on the positive, shall we? These nights will help you shake your heiny into awesome shape. The music's good, the skills of the DJs are exemplary, and the general ambiance of the nights won't make you want to kill snobby hipster turds. People actually dance instead of leaning against the wall, sipping and eying. Shake it!

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My esteemed colleague wrote his version of A Fag Hag's Guide to the District a few months ago, but I thought it time to give the public a little taste of my female expertise. After many years of trying to trick my Sigma Chi formal date at American University into renouncing men for a night and sticking it in me, I gave up and started working full-time at our nation's oldest gay newspaper. Now that I'm surrounded each day by the magical sass of my colleagues, I want to inspire other ladies to find their own right-hand man candy. Granted, you can't swing your purse in this town without trapping a man-treat, but hone your gaydar skills with this list and try to find your perfect match. To prove myself worthy of writing this list, I have included a photo of me stalking and meeting Rufus Wainwright. Thank you.

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Sure, I like drink specials. Who doesn't? But the mark of a truly satisfying happy hour is always what the place is offering food-wise. The following NWDC restaurants know that after a long, tiring day at work, all a happy-hour-goer needs is some nourishment along with their fluids. Keep hydrated and well-fed after a grueling day of straining your eyes by partaking in these delightful drink and food specials. Also, I may be a bit biased, as this list is just the places I frequent most. I should've just titled this entry, "Places Where Rebecca Likes to Get Drunk and Fat After Pretending to Do Work All Day."

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I remember a smoke-filled D.C. After the ban went into effect, I finally realized what all of these sweaty rock clubs and bars smell like underneath the protective blanket of exhaled carcinogens -- pee, body odor and farts. I told myself the smoking ban was probably a good way for ME to quit. Not so. I freeze, get wet and fend off homeless bummers for sweet, sweet nicotine. There are, however, some places in D.C. that managed to sneak around the law somehow, and bravo to them! Sure, I could go outside, by why? Ain't no law gonna change me, that's for sure. I'll quit when I want to.

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I yearn for a missed connection. Apparently I've not been hanging out in the right places, though. What an ego boost it would be to check the listings and see someone searching for your exact description because he or she can't get you and your cuteness out of his or her head. Someday, it'll happen: "Black hair and glasses at the club last night. Can't get your surliness off my mind. Coffee sometime?" Perhaps it's time to start trolling these DC hives of missed connections for your very own passive-aggressive stalker sweeitie.

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Standing in line behind the rope, making sure your group's ratio of girls to guys will get you in the door, and feeling protruding limbs against your ass all night: My kind of party! Actually, I have never felt more violated or unsexy than after a night of trying to catch up on what the kids are listening to at a DC nightclub. Just because 50 Cent is talking about grinding up against my curves does not mean that I want your 40-year-old hairy chest anywhere near me or my pheromones. They are not for you. Go away. Anyway, here are the worst possible places to spend a weekend evening if you have some semblance of a working nervous system.

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What is the weekend for if not waking up late, stuffing your face with salty breakfast meats, washing it all down with alcohol, then napping until it gets dark again? Saturday and Sunday brunches are potentially addictive -- they allow one to be social while feeling like shit and catching up on last night's debaucherous events while nursing the shakes. In order to avoid spending your weekend cash searching for the perfect hair of the dog, adhere to this list of brunches to satisfy your appetite for cheap champagne.

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