Anonymous wrote:When I think of Mclean I do not think of fun. I think of women with ropey, leathery arms and legs in embroidered pants who keep coolers of G & T's on their side porches. Just drive across the bridge and up to Congressional. Sit at the bar, flirt with some old douchebags wearing plaid pants and go home and curl up next to your shriveled, bald husbands.