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The Bird at Red Bear

Michael, Ingrid the Labradoodle and Gunter in front of Red Bear Brewing Company.

The District’s stay-home order has done more than normalize telecommuting and transform buying cleaning supplies into a scavenger hunt. It also creates an incentive for me to frequent different businesses in Northeast D.C. for pickup and delivery.

My new favorite spots are typically within a 45 minute one-way walk from my apartment. This is the ideal distance for weekday dog walks before and after work. (This is also coincidentally the maximum safe distance from apartment toilet since most places are closed).

For the evening walks, my new favorite destination is our local LGBT-owned brewery, Red Bear Brewing Company. I typically buy the to-go cocktails, growlers, and canned drinks. In addition to the evening cocktail trips, Red Bear is also an ending-point for our sprawling weekend hikes around town.

The entrance of Red Bear Brewing Co, the LGBT Brewery in Washington DC.

The entrance of Red Bear Brewing Co, the LGBT Brewery in Washington DC.

Michael and myself at Red Bear Brewing in NoMa DC.

Michael and myself at Red Bear Brewing in NoMa DC.

Michael, Ingrid the Labradoodle and Gunter in front of Red Bear Brewing Company.

Michael, Ingrid the Labradoodle and Gunter in front of Red Bear Brewing Company.

Michael and I popped by Red Bear on Thursday evening.

He stayed outside with the dogs while I ordered to-go cocktails. The bartender put an envelope into my to-go bag, which turned out to be handwritten thank you card for being a regular customer.

I showed the card to Michael while we ate our liquor board “compliance bites” in the plaza by the brewery.

Red Bear Brewing's compliance bagel bites.

Red Bear Brewing’s compliance bagel bites.

The mascot wearing a mask at Red Bear Brewing in NE DC.

The mascot wearing a mask at Red Bear Brewing in NE DC.

Red Bear Brewing in Washington

Michael, Ingrid the Labradoodle and Gunter in front of Red Bear Brewing Company.

Michael, Ingrid the Labradoodle and Gunter in front of Red Bear Brewing Company.

The Bird

We’re sitting outside, chatting about the card when Michael looks down and gasps:

Michael: “Um… There’s a beak by your butt.”

Me: “… she said what?”

Michael: “YOU’RE SITTING ON A DEAD BIRD!”

The dead bird that I sat on in front of Red Bear Brewing. Yikes.

The dead bird that I sat on in front of Red Bear Brewing. Yikes.

And that’s how Thursday got cancelled.

I storm home, mortified, vowing never to sit outside again.

Support local business, but watch where you sit. 😅

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