Went out last night (or night before last? Depends how you count -- midnight can make stuff so difficult) with Philip Gunn, who made the film Clown Camp Massacre. He was in town for a screenwriting conference. Went to the Cowgirl, he paid for our entry, which is good, because I don't approve of cover charges.
It's odd for me at Cowgirl because I always bring earplugs*, and it makes it hard to tell how loudly you are speaking since the sound echoes around so much in your own head. No one else could hear me easily unless I really screamed, and my throat was pretty raw by the end of the night. I don't know why people like such loud bars.
Afterward, we went to the Atomic, and I ate hummus. I think he likes me -- he kept offering to pay for all of my stuff.
*ever since I went to a bar with a friend and lost one earplug, so used the one I still had and realized what an impact it had -- when I took it out I found I had basically gone deaf in the other ear from the noise. And that place was a bit quieter than Cowgirl ever is.
It's odd for me at Cowgirl because I always bring earplugs*, and it makes it hard to tell how loudly you are speaking since the sound echoes around so much in your own head. No one else could hear me easily unless I really screamed, and my throat was pretty raw by the end of the night. I don't know why people like such loud bars.
Afterward, we went to the Atomic, and I ate hummus. I think he likes me -- he kept offering to pay for all of my stuff.
*ever since I went to a bar with a friend and lost one earplug, so used the one I still had and realized what an impact it had -- when I took it out I found I had basically gone deaf in the other ear from the noise. And that place was a bit quieter than Cowgirl ever is.
3am:
At least you will have one good ear! 
3am:
I can't believe you went to England by yourself! I never imagined the option of going alone. You just opened a lot of doors for me.