Washington, DC neighborhood that turns into a French Quarter-type hellhole during the weekend. After three you can enjoy the sounds of police begging
people to please go home and watch the
drunk assholes stumble across the bridge to the
metro. Girls will be crying on their cell phones, with at least one heel broken and guys will be reminiscing about the evening's shouting matches.
Oh my god mom, I'm coming
home from Adams
Morgan...Jason was so mean to me tonight! He called me a bitch. Also, I
broke a heel. It took me an hour and a half to find a parking spot and now I can't find my car!