(from September 5th)
On a moderate whim we hit the big city to see one of Laura's newest obsessions: Too Many Zooz. Anything with a honky horn and she's already halfway there. And this may be one of the honkiest.
What else but Indian food first. Jackson Diner. Eh. No Makhani but decent spices and beer prices.
We then did something neither of us had ever done; barhop. Spontaneity can be fun. Carroll Place, total hipster bar, with woodworked walls and Pitchfork-approved playlist. Straight liquor because we ain't got time for filler. Anywhere. Then stumbled over to the hiphop pool bar called Fat Black Pussycat. Terrific. Once again, straight Jameson. This was getting us thru the night, but our show didn't start til midnight so we needed some sustenance.
Wine slushies and decadent cupcakes at twilight. Sweet Revenge is just that. But it hit the damn spot.
This photo was taken at some point of the evening.
As was this one.
And a wild concert indeed took place. There are stories, but Laura will have to tell you someday. I don't have the clearance level. We came out of the venue in the wee hours and of wee teetotalism. Luckily my friends Greg and Joseph were on their way home from a wrap party (fancy) and invited us in to sober up while they toured us thru their village apartment upgrades as of late.
All I know from there is that by the time we were heading back to the kids, this was happening, so we decided 'what the hell' - - we are young, we are green, keep our teeth nice and clean.
And someone had the presence of mind to prove it
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