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I was planning a quiet weekend. With a wintry mix confirming my intentions, that Friday I got a couple beers, a new Nintendo game. A couple days of solitude would do me good. All the gang was in Boston right now, losing the ability to say their middle names. Come Friday night - Matt and Steph had their flights canceled. And Bryan was redirected from Boston, to Bangor Maine to Dulles of all places. A divine phone call. To Adams Morgan. I wore what what I thought was a green jacket. Turns out it was greenish-brown. The four of us start things at TS Muttley's, feast on appetizers at Madam Organ's then end things at Adams Mill. At least, that's what I think happened.