Walking briskly through the cold Olympia night, past the tattoo shop, you take a turn inside.  The red glow attracts you. Le Tigre plays on the jukebox. A group of women, all big enough to thoroughly beat your ass, sit near a vending machine packed with American Spirits. Luckily, tonight their anger is focused toward Olympia’s City Council, which you can tell by their heated discussion. Behind the bar a sign reads “Prescriptions.” You order a drink. The hipsters beside you argue about Deerhoof. The jukebox goes from Le Tigre to The Beatles. You move toward the back of the room and tuck yourself between a group of Greeners talking Chomsky while playing half-ass shuffleboard and four or five haggard mechanics. In the distance someone name-drops Calvin Johnson.   
Ah, the Brotherhood. The Bro Ho. I love you so. Life in Olympia would be empty without you.

Tonight, the Brotherhood Lounge is throwing a birthday party for itself, and you’re invited. Spider and the Webs, The Vibrarians and DJ James will all take the stage, and free pizza will be brought in from Old School to fill your stomach. â€" Matt Driscoll

[The Brotherhood Lounge, 9 p.m., 21+, no cover, 119 Capitol Way N., Olympia, 360.352.4153]