There are a lot of things to like about Halo. The two-for-one happy hour drink special is one of them. The clock strikes five and, presto, a lone $12 Hanger One martini becomes two $6 Hanger One martinis - and, presto, Toby is wasted. This is a very economical happy hour option for me, but it's important to keep in mind that drinks are thusly consumed in increments of two. Sign up for one martini and you're committing to two. Get a third and you better have it in you to get a fourth. Although, you could probably pass off the bonus drink to a friend, but that's cheating - something an A-team drinker like me doesn't do. If you can't handle that fourth martini, then welcome to the B-team, bitch.

Another good thing about Halo is the no-smoking policy. Like many lowercase-L libertarians, I'm pretty much against government regulation of human behavior, but when a bar chooses to ban smoking on its premises, that's fine with me. So whenever I go to Halo, it's pretty much guaranteed that a) I won't smell like cigarettes when I leave, and b) I won't smoke cigarettes, which I typically do whenever I'm drinking and the situation presents itself. Augh - how the hell did I start smoking! Oh, that's right, it was when Britney started to publicly smoke Marlboro Lights. And I'm not even joking.

So, all of those things about Halo are great, but the BEST thing is... Well, you are going to think I'm the gayest person in the world, but the best thing about Halo is the lighting in the men's bathroom.

Seriously. The lighting in the men's bathroom is awesome. I excused myself from the group three times just to go to the bathroom and look at my perfectly lighted reflection in the bathroom mirror. It looked something like this:

How can I get this lighting in my own bathroom! If anyone works for Halo and knows the kind of light fixtures in the men's bathroom, please e-mail me immediately. Thanks.

Anyway, it's become quite obvious to me that I am no longer Washington's premiere gay blogger, because last night at Halo, some clown recognized Jamie but had no idea who I was! I'm sorry, but if it weren't for me, Jamie would be nothing. I paved the way for you, honey, and don't you forget it. (Oh my god, I'm sounding like Bradford, and I'm not even 32 yet!)