Monday, May 01, 2006
You Don't Have To Go Home...But You Can't Stay Here...
You really can't ask for more out of a Saturday night.
There was Tyson the bartender who - with much class - sent down a petite strawberry pina colada for Rachel. Keeping her birthday at the restaraunt low-key - nixing the sombrero and ominous clapping.
After good food - there was the piano bar where four friends sang to Elton John's "Tiny Dancer", Metallica's "Enter Sandman" and somebody's "My Dingaling."
A phone call assured me that Kim was having just as much fun as we were - and was in just as much danger of a horrific hangover.
Embarrassing moments all caught on the RAZR.
After we closed down the bar to "Closing Time" by Semisonic - We hit Starbucks so the Designated Driver (that would be me) could have a night-cap of her own.
The Starbucks was free.
The Starbucks...was free.
The STARBUCKS WAS FREE. Thanks to a computer glitch.
The ride home was lively with multiple mad dash pullovers for multiple passengers to toss their evenings eatings into the street - and as I crawled into bed I hummed to myself...
Closing time, one last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer...
Closing time, you don't have to go home but you can't...stay...here...
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