Nicole Foster was the wet behind the ears Marketing Manager trying to drum up new clientele for the President’s Sports Bar at the Renaissance Hotel in the Penn Quarter. So…
In the evenings we would set up shop at different incubators or at a co-working group called the Nightowls. Pets weren’t allowed, but from time to time, I would bring…
The Irish Channel is unpretentious and low key. “It’s a place where everyone knows your name and a place where you can knock back a pint or two without overindulging.”…
The halls of the Marvin Center were filled with students hanging out and cramming for their exams. Every couch was taken and some managed to grab a nap in between…
I was attending the monthly Freelancers, 3rd Sunday meetup in Burma Restaurant in Chinatown on a crisp February morning. A week ago, the Year of the Rabbit was ushered in…