Vermicious Knids and other matters of life.
Went out with Danny tonight. I was going to have Sushi with Jill tonight anyway, but he rang at about 4 o'clock and I thought... well I didn't even need to think. I have been stuck in this house for the last three days, I needed to get out of it.
So after Sushi I hooked up with Danny and we went to a new bar down at the entrance of Little Cottonwood. Next to that Gas Station. The poor Gas Station doesn't even get a name, you just need to say 'that gas station near the Cottonwoods' and everybody knows which one it is (it is a 7-11 btw). Well the server was a friend of his and she was pretty, and I think Danny has a wee bit of a crush on her. Tee hee.
Well after two jugs of beer and some chips and salsa we went to the Bayou, funnily enough I saw Erin there, (and whats more Danny knew here too). Talk about freaking six degrees of Kevin Bacon. I have not scene her since the honk'n'wave at 10600 South and Redwood (in other words bum fuckin' Eygpt).
Well Bayou had a three hour wait for seating (even for thoses that knew the manager and hostess)
So we went to the Red Door instead. Now I have only been there once, and that was Adam's going away party and well it was nice if a little pretensious. Though the dirty martini I had there was definately better then the one I had a Club 32 earlier that evening with Jill (god I am such a lush).
Lemme just say that Club 32 is the lamest new bar in town. I will be suprised it lasts to Christmas, plus the place it is located in Exchange Place is pretty scary and non-eventful after dark (unless you are a hooker or legislaturer looking for a hooker). They took what was a funky little dive in the Lazy Moon and turned it into something that looks like Boy George's 80s nightmare. They even have 'private rooms' you can rent out for a party. $150 for what looks like an Arabian Brothel or $75 for a Italian Diner type place which you can get at Boca de Baci's for nothing (and a decent pasta dinner to boot). Ergh. Never again. I cannot believe I forked over the money for even a temporary membership.
In keeping with the six degrees of Kevin Bacon thing I was on tonight, one of Danny's friend's friend I met tonight at The Red Door was Aryln's ex-roommate. Lagrand Something or another? Gosh I cannot remember his name. I asked if he knew Arlyn from ATO and he gave a snort. Heh.
Well after all the grog I had tonight I need to sleep, yet I am up bouncing off the ceiling at 4.30am listening to "Avenue Q" over and over again. Dang that Christmas Eve...
So after Sushi I hooked up with Danny and we went to a new bar down at the entrance of Little Cottonwood. Next to that Gas Station. The poor Gas Station doesn't even get a name, you just need to say 'that gas station near the Cottonwoods' and everybody knows which one it is (it is a 7-11 btw). Well the server was a friend of his and she was pretty, and I think Danny has a wee bit of a crush on her. Tee hee.
Well after two jugs of beer and some chips and salsa we went to the Bayou, funnily enough I saw Erin there, (and whats more Danny knew here too). Talk about freaking six degrees of Kevin Bacon. I have not scene her since the honk'n'wave at 10600 South and Redwood (in other words bum fuckin' Eygpt).
Well Bayou had a three hour wait for seating (even for thoses that knew the manager and hostess)
So we went to the Red Door instead. Now I have only been there once, and that was Adam's going away party and well it was nice if a little pretensious. Though the dirty martini I had there was definately better then the one I had a Club 32 earlier that evening with Jill (god I am such a lush).
Lemme just say that Club 32 is the lamest new bar in town. I will be suprised it lasts to Christmas, plus the place it is located in Exchange Place is pretty scary and non-eventful after dark (unless you are a hooker or legislaturer looking for a hooker). They took what was a funky little dive in the Lazy Moon and turned it into something that looks like Boy George's 80s nightmare. They even have 'private rooms' you can rent out for a party. $150 for what looks like an Arabian Brothel or $75 for a Italian Diner type place which you can get at Boca de Baci's for nothing (and a decent pasta dinner to boot). Ergh. Never again. I cannot believe I forked over the money for even a temporary membership.
In keeping with the six degrees of Kevin Bacon thing I was on tonight, one of Danny's friend's friend I met tonight at The Red Door was Aryln's ex-roommate. Lagrand Something or another? Gosh I cannot remember his name. I asked if he knew Arlyn from ATO and he gave a snort. Heh.
Well after all the grog I had tonight I need to sleep, yet I am up bouncing off the ceiling at 4.30am listening to "Avenue Q" over and over again. Dang that Christmas Eve...
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