Three years ago today, I was sleeping on a borrowed air mattress in an empty apartment I had just moved into a few days prior. My new apartment was filled with suitcases full of clothes, bags of random belongings, and an air of optimism for what would become my “DMV” era. I had just wrapped up my first DC HillmanFest Bar Crawl two days earlier. It was a success, and we brought out so many people on a cold, snowy Saturday, and we partied up and down H st. Money and connections
