As I sit in the International Bar (thanks to Bobby’s recommendation), I’m staring at a picture of what looks to be Bettie Page. I exchange texts with my sister about the Earthquake that hit Virginia. You know the one everyone on the east coast claims they felt. Public Enemy’s

I don’t remember the first time I went to the International Bar, and if you’re willing to spend $20 there I doubt you will either. Drinks, like the beer and shot combo, start as low as four bucks. And when I say “shot” I don’t mean that puny thimble you’re