It was just one of those nights ...a ripe blend of magic and debauchery.
Food, drink, friends and burlesque.
That smalll town pub grew up, packing the house on a wednesday and stoking a joyful ruckus.
So naturally when I got home I rebelled from my austerity and forked over the fee to regain entry to this divinely crass little world ...to rub virtual shoulders with some of the finest in the world and kiss away another winter of scraping by on beans, rice and garden greens.
...oh, but now i gotta get to work.
Food, drink, friends and burlesque.
That smalll town pub grew up, packing the house on a wednesday and stoking a joyful ruckus.
So naturally when I got home I rebelled from my austerity and forked over the fee to regain entry to this divinely crass little world ...to rub virtual shoulders with some of the finest in the world and kiss away another winter of scraping by on beans, rice and garden greens.
...oh, but now i gotta get to work.
glad to see ya back, i missed yer face around these divinely crass parts.