Friday night was one of those nights spent jumping around 14th street. We started out heading up into the northern region of 14th at this bar I’ll dub “little Williamsburg NY â€. It met the new DC hipster code of not having the name of your bar on the door because only the cool hipster word of mouth would let you know it’s there. It only had a red hat pictured on the door. This place was so hardcore hipster that all their beers came in cans, just so you can get that authentic hipster feel. They take this shit seriously here, more hardcore hipster than Black Cat. What really made the place standout was the fact that instead of a DJ, patrons could hook up their Ipods and play their favorite shitty tracks. Moldy Peaches anyone! We came to wish a quick happy birthday but the guy to girl ratio was 6:1. We had to leave once some guy walked behind me and his boner brushed up against my bottom…. Ewww.