It was a balmy, early-autumn Wednesday in Washington, DC and The Bier Baron Tavern & DC Comedy Loft was once again buzzing with excitement. Perfect Liars Club was in session, and a crowd teeming with first-timers had come to try their hand at distinguishing fact from fiction.
The Bier Baron Tavern and DC Comedy Loft was abuzz with excitement. It was opening night of the 2018-19 "liar spotting season" and the legendary Dupont Circle watering hole was once again packed to the gills for Washington's beloved storytelling show with a twist -- Perfect Liars Club. Would the capacity crowd shake off last season's woeful 1-10 record and display a sudden knack for lie detection?
Undeterred by a change in schedule and the ceaseless madness of DC's roller coaster news cycle, the merry masses of Washington descended upon the Bier Baron Tavern and DC Comedy Loft to partake in a rare, mid-month edition of Perfect Liars Club and the final show of the 2017-18 liar-spotting season
Some came early. Some came late. Some came for the first time. Others for the sixth time this year. But no matter their differences, they all had at least one thing in common -- they would soon partake in the collective joy of yet another sold-out Perfect Liars Club.
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