The Rookery turns two on Saturday, while kickass DJ Emily O’Brien spins until midnight. That’s when the Masters of the Tri-City Area pick up her dropped mic to pour soul fire on it then light it up with 160-proof rock and roll. There’s a secret DJ situation happening late night and I won’t speculate here as to who. There’s free chicken wings from 9 pm until they run out and there’s a Happy Hour ALL night. Espolon Tequila and Langleys Gin are sponsoring so bring your pocket change and buy nine drinks.

All the regulars, all the some-timers, the people who’ve gotten engaged and don’t go out much anymore (ahem), the former bartenders, the ex-girlfriends, the forgotten numbers, the familiar faces – they’ll all be there. But I want to tell you why they’ll all be here.

There seems to be a new watering hole opening every four minutes in this neighborhood, and as difficult it is for the cynic inside me to write, they’re usually pretty dope. We’ve a culture that gets entertainment right most of the time and we’ve got the universal remote with endless channels.