Harshly-Yah! dragged me out tonight, totally against my will (HA HA HA), for drinks tonight. We went to The Hidden Cove to be deafened by Kareoke singers (and I met her friend R. for all of 33 seconds). Then the two of us went down to Boomers where she glowed in the black light, and I slumped over the bar like a schmuck, sipping watered-down Jameson on the Rocks, desperate for something witty to shout over the Dance-a-teria-thump-n-Grind music pumping over the speakers.
The semi-hottie bartenders seemed pissed/annoyed when we asked for our check...we tipped anyway. Here's the updated list.
I celebrate the evening with a Rare Breed night-cap, while Lilly yells at me for my various misgivings and digressions. Pertney just stares quietly at the door, looking for the future.
Good-night, sweet night, good-night.