Where: 1835 18th St. N.W.
Getting in: Carded at bar/table
Cover: None
Dress: NYC restaraunt opening
Specials: nada, so be ready to whip out those 20s

Over spring break I indulged in one of my greatest vices – fashion magazines. For seven glorious days my mind was swimming with visions of Prada’s fall/winter line, the whip-crack editing of Anna Wintour and photographs of beautiful socialites in even more beautiful clothing.

However, because I am not, or a relative is not, a) a real estate investor, b) owner a media corporation or c) too fabulous to be on “America’s Next Top Model,” it’s unlikely that I will one day grace the pages of Vogue or W. But neither are other 20-somethings in D.C. So when these wannabes want to pretend to make the society pages, they get all dressed up and head to Lauriol Plaza.

There seems to be two types of GW students, those who have never heard of Lauriol Plaza and those who frequent it religiously. Although it has recently gotten strict on IDs, it’s still a popular spot for a birthday celebration or night out with friends.

Since there’s always at least a 45-minute wait, the small bar and sidewalk patio are packed with people who just want to be seen and heard. Despite pitchers of margaritas and sangria costing around $25, it’s easy to go through two rounds before even being seated. This leads to plenty of mingling with the rest of the crowd while trying to make it to the bathroom. You’ll get hit on, you’ll wonder why someone is wearing a chiffon dress at a place that serves $10 tacos and you’ll wish you were at an actual swanky restaurant opening. At least then this scene would make some sense.