You could tell Newell was getting restless when he wrote, “I guess the dearth of DC storm tweeters means nothing too bad is happening! (In Columbia Heights at least or wherever you fuckers live).”
Around 10:30 p.m. when Byers announced that he was contemplating heading out, Newell jumped at the chance to hang out with such a cool cat. Byers: “Alright, folks, venturing out for a Capitol Hill #Sandy report. Pictures TK. Can’t promise anything like New York.” Newell: “Are you going to the actual Hill or just around the neighborhood?” he asked. “I kind of want to go out and see too.”
Byers soon wound up at Tunnicliff’s Tavern. UPDATE and CORRECTION: Around 2:30 p.m. we heard back from Newell, who said he never made it out last night. Why did he take so damn long getting back to us? “Sorry, I was sleeping,” he replied. (We have changed the copy to reflect that Newell never made it to the bar.)
But not without sound advice from The Guardian‘s Richard Adams… “Jim Newell and Dylan Byers, remember to check if any downed wires are live by licking them #protip.”
We reached out to Byers and Newell on their hot night out.