Ahh, senior year is finally here! While for many this involves dreaded words like “employment” and “graduation,” there is a very easy way to forget all of this: The Tombs. From the great deals on draft, to its charming atmosphere, there’s no question why The Tombs is one of Georgetown students’ favorite places to share stories pitchers.
However, only the the most successful of seniors really knows ~everything~ there is to know about this restaurant. Do you have what it takes to be crowned a trivia master? Check out 4E’s latest quiz to determine whether you’ve forgotten everything from your late nights at our favorite spot, or you’ve got a memory strong enough to power you through one last year of cramming for your last history requirement you somehow pushed off until senior year:
Readers, it’s now July and the sun has since set on my second year at Georgetown. I am now considered an ~upperclassman~ at this wonderful institution. Let’s just say I’m feeling a little nostalgic.
Despite feeling a bit depressed that I only have half of my time left at Georgetown, one day, I started thinking and laughing about all the things freshmen and sophomores do that scream “UNDERCLASSMAN.” For example, I used to say “the” before every location. “The Brown House,” “the Nevils” and “the Midnight Mug” were just a few phrases that gave me away as a freshman two autumns ago. One of the lists that came to mind was the mistakes that underclassmen make at bars — a list that I’m sure could fill an entire book.
Piano Bar, Chinese Disco, Mr. Smith’s — these may not be a few of your favorite things, but they certainly are for a large part of the student body. Check out Piano on a Wednesday for Jersey Night, crawling with sober freshmen and a few intoxicated, washed-up seniors. Chi Di Thursdays, arguably the best day of the week, are a great way to kick off the weekend. The legendary Mr. Smith’s brunch is a way to waste enjoy most of your Saturday.
It just might happen that Chi Di is letting people in as 18+, so those of you who are youngsters are in luck! You don’t need to worry about getting past the bouncer and/or the cops. The venue’s bumping, your 21+ friends pass you beverages and you’re having the time of your life while dancing on one of the booths. But wait! 12:30 rolls around and they decide to kick all of the 18+ guests out. You, however, try your luck and evade the flashlight-wielding bouncers for a period of time. Just when you think they’re gone, you get back up on a booth and start breaking it down again. Before you know, a flashlight is shining right in your eyes and you’re forced to show some identification. Luckily, you brought a fake ID with you to save the day! Your reach into your wallet and hand it to the bouncer without even looking. As the light shines on it, you see that you actually handed him the WRONG ID and gave yourself away as underage.
He promptly takes your drink and pulls you from the crowd to leave you outside, wondering whether you should try Piano or just call it a night. You later have to face the shame of telling all your friends about what happened, and you just feel dreadful. However, as bad as you feel about yourself for getting kicked out of Chi Di, you don’t envy your other friend. He took a different route and went to Piano. Acting like a big shot, he decided to open a tab and buy all of his friends drinks. Is one vodka soda a good choice? Yes. Is buying twenty of them a good choice? Definitely not. He came home from Piano with an empty bank account, no memory and no Quick Pita.
While buying your friends drinks is a nice gesture (after all, who’s going to say no?), it might be a wiser choice to save your money for more necessary purchases, such as food. One way to avoid killing your bank account is to not arrive at the bar too early and enjoy your New South pregame a bit more. If you think that those are beneath you as a freshman and that I’m lying, good for you! You’re probably not that fun anyway.
Underclassmen also sometimes try to argue with the bouncer when he rejects them. This. Never. Works. Maybe you try to convince him that you’re actually from where your ID says: “Please sir, I’ve lived in Pennsylvania my whole life!” OR, you might just try to be rational with the doorman: “If you let me in last night, why aren’t you letting me in now?” (Do I appreciate this line? Maybe. Let’s just say there’s no better weapon than logic.) Either way, trying to argue your way into the bar is only going to make the bouncers angry, and decrease your chances of getting in. In this circumstance, you could compare the bar to a Brown House party: some nights you’ll get in quite easily; other times you’ll be sent back home quite early. Of course, you could have made the simple error of choosing the wrong age on your ID. This situation may look like this:
Last but certainly not least, we have the classic mistake of trying one’s luck with the cops. When there’s a cop next to the bouncer, most students who “shouldn’t” be going to the bar turn and disappear.
However, some have such strong faith in their fake IDs that they truly believe they can fool the cops. Next thing they know, they’re pulled aside, forced to sit on the curb and soon taken down to the station, where they process you and send you back home. The only thing that may be worse than being arrested is having to tell your parents that you were arrested. Some anonymous Hoyas who have endured this tragedy describe their initial reaction as this:
Although there are probably dozens of more mistakes that underclassmen typically make at bars, these are just a few common ones that make people laugh, cry or think of better times when they had clean records. Just remember, we at 4E just want you to have fun and be safe if or when you do venture off campus. So in conclusion, stay responsible, Hoyas! And if you’re an underclassman who hasn’t already ventured to a bar, please note that nine times out of ten then your GoCard will not be accepted as a valid form of ID.
While wine night at The Tombs may have been cancelled, management there is making alternative Sunday night plans: live music!
That’s right, beginning next semester, there are plans to have live musical performances. These will largely be acoustic sets already chosen by management.
However – student bands, rejoice! – there will be possible opportunities for student performances in the form of an open mic night. So break out that guitar you got for Christmas freshman year, run through your super original cover of “Hey Ya” a couple times and get ready for your once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to show your stuff at The Tombs. You may not have half-off wine (sorry, SWUGs), but you can either listen to or participate in a musical good time.
Wine night, The Tombs’ weekly Sunday-night celebration of wine, has been cancelled indefinitely, 4E has learned.
Hopefully you’ve made alternate plans for your Sunday nights since you definitely won’t be enjoying half-off bottles of wine at The Tombs in the foreseeable future. We can only hope The Tombs reinstates wine nights as soon as possible so we can get back to our usual Sunday routine.
It’s only been two weeks since we’ve left campus for summer vacation, but if you’re feeling anything like I am, there’s already a soft, yearning pain deep within your soul that pulls at your heartstrings and cries out “Hoya Saxa” with the same melancholy nostalgia of Céline Dion in this classic video.
Though you might be happily abuzz with your summer job or internship, and though you might be comfortably lounging in your own bed at home, there are some parts about the Hilltop that might be making you feel a bit, well… homesick. Here’s what I (and probably many of you) miss most about Georgetown over summer vacation:
Seeing Healy every day
There’s just something I miss about returning back to campus at night and looking up to see this:
Or waking up to this:
And walking to class and seeing this:
And it would always make me feel like this:
I miss eating Wisey’s…
…and GUGs burgers…
…and Baked & Wired…
And I’m like:
I miss the Georgetown Waterfront…
…even in the winter!
I miss The Tombs.
It’s such a great place!
Though I doubt I miss the establishment as much as those in 99 Days Club. Now that they have graduated, they probably feel like this:
I miss Chicken Finger Thursdays…
And I miss Hoya Basketball…
… and Bill “Slick Willy” Clinton!
But more than anything, I miss my friends…
NO! Not those friends. These friends:
See you in August, Hoyas!
Photos: University Registrar, GU82HoyaSaxa, Casual Hoya, Crashing the Goalie, GU Dining, Tombs, Georgetown DC, Capital Spice, Flickr, DC About, Georgetown Metropolitan, Guest of a Guest
We had always talked about how we wanted to do 99 Days our senior year, the annual contest where seniors are challenged to go to The Tombs and get a drink or bite to eat every day for the last 99 days before graduation.
We had heard the stories, seen the plaques and wanted to be a part of the tradition. What we didn’t know was what 99 Days would become and what it would ultimately mean to us.
Firstly, we didn’t know that 99 Days actually turned into 133 days for us. We have been to The Tombs every day since the end of Christmas Break, or for 95% of those days. We’ve made that trek from Burleith to the corner of 36th and Prospect every day (mostly nights), minus five days for spring break and four for Easter. On nights when our friends happen to be at The Tombs before us, we will receive confused texts or calls. It is simply expected that by 11:30 p.m. each night, Allie and Colm will be sitting at the bar, side-by-side. So, we must ask, “Why?” Why have we spent countless hours and (yes) thousands of dollars there?
To really understand why we go each and every day — not for a soda and not for a single drink to just check in — you have to see The Tombs as something more than any old restaurant or bar. The Tombs is home. It’s home from the moment we greet the doormen to when we’re sitting at the bar chatting with the bartenders, and it’s home when we say goodnight to everyone after close.
The Tombs is full of amazing, fascinating individuals with whom we have grown close over this past year. We have formed friendships with people we otherwise would have never gotten to know, people who we now go to The Tombs just to hang out with.
The Tombs is where we’ve gone to celebrate friends’ birthdays, successes in or acceptances to school, job offers and victories in soccer or trivia. We have gone there to have a drink after a long day of hard work. We’ve watched and celebrated as the basketball team achieved unthinkable success and subsequently shed tears at the bar after that loss in the tournament. Even on slow nights when we’ve casually stopped by, friendships have been formed, laughs have been had and memories have been made. This is the magic of The Tombs. Each night can bring new experiences and each visit is completely unique. We even brought our parents so they could understand why we spend so much time there each day. And they do. They see how special The Tombs is, and how it really is more than just a bar.
So, for us, our motivation for being in the 99 Days Club was not simply to have our names immortalized on The Tombs wall — although that is pretty great. It’s about the memories we’ve made, the new friendships that have been started, the old ones that have been strengthened and the countless good times we will never forget. 99 Days is about the people, the experiences and the fun. It represents the coming together of everything our senior year has meant to us — all wrapped up in a single semester. And as the school year comes to a close, with graduation just a week away, we are now realizing that saying goodbye to The Tombs might be just as hard as saying goodbye to the friends we’ve made throughout our years at Georgetown.
There are only three days of classes left (if we’re really counting Georgetown Day as a day of class), and for the Class of 2013, this is a bittersweet fact. Some of the seniors on The Hoya pushed through their sadness to compile this list. We salute you, seniors. So here it is, the “21 Ways You Know You’re About to Graduate from Georgetown”.
1. You no longer get lost in ICC…for the most part
2. Graduating high school seems like a primitive time, thousands of years ago.
3. You actually get mad at yourself for sleeping through a class because there are so few left.
4. The phrase “Class of 2017” makes you feel 10,000 years old.
5. You could (slash have done) the 2 a.m. walk to and from Tuscany blindfolded and blackout.
6. You start missing Leo’s unless you’re a S.E.A.L. (senior eating at Leo’s)
7. You say to yourself, “there was a one keg limit? Missed that these four years.”
8. You’re rocking gym clothes at Tombs
9. SWUG life has completely taken over
10. You tell every GAAP kid, “If I only had four more years to do it again”
11. You know what Philly P is (and still think it’s better than Tuscany).
12. You pour one out for our fallen friends: Saloun, Guards, Thirds, and Hook.
13. You know your liver is prepared for Senior Week because you survived Snowpocalypse
14. You could clothe a small country with the collection of free t-shirts you’ve accumulated over the years
15. You constantly get asked the worst question in existence, “So, do you know what you’re doing after college?”
16. The idea of Lau 2 now makes you nauseous.
17. Rhino feels like a daycare center for toddlers.
18. You get sad on the inside when you realize you never have to register for classes again.
19. You won’t have the opportunity to use Classy from The Corp.
20. “Half-Price Wine Night” at The Tombs is essentially etched into your Google Calendar.
After two weeks of voting, we’ve finally made it to the Final Four in The Fourth Edition’s March Madness bracket: The Best of Georgetown!
To catch up on the arguments for every round, click here.
Emerging victorious from the Wisey’s Sandwich region was the third-seeded Hot Chick, who defeated Burger Madness in the first round and then bested the first seed Chicken Madness to clinch the region. Its combination of chicken fingers, cayenne ranch dressing, pepper jack cheese and tomatoes is a force to be reckoned with. A Hot Chick is only a couple of blocks away from our hallowed front gates and brightens the days of many students when the task of waiting 20 minutes in the Leo’s wok line is just too daunting. But is it the best part about Georgetown?
The Tombs predictably destroyed Mr. Smith and Rhino in the first and second rounds, respectively. The delicious spinach and artichoke dip, proximity to campus, and tradition surrounding this Georgetown bar make it a strong contender for the win. Every Hoya needs to have their forehead stamped on his or her 21st birthday, and every under-21 Hoya longs for that day to come. Do you think all the hype is worth it?
Bill Clinton pulled out the win against Zoey Bartlet and then crushed Patrick Ewing, who was the Cinderella story of this bracket. President Clinton brings much prestige to the Georgetown name, which was demonstrated earlier this year when the lovely Hillary came to speak in Gaston. It’s hard to pit a person against a sandwich, a bar and an event, but do you think Bill can hold his own?
Georgetown Day faced no problems in the Georgetown Traditions region, demolishing Swimming in Dahlgren Fountain and holding a more special place in the hearts of Hoyas than Running to the White House. Georgetown Day is a light for many Hoyas that shines at the end of the tunnel of a difficult school year. A day full of fun and libations right on campus is hard to compete with, but, then again, I’m a freshman who has yet to experience this firsthand. I’m sure there are just as many unpleasant memories associated with this day as there are positive ones, but can they really outweigh the Georgetown-iness of Georgetown Day?
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