...and the microphone smells like...
Oct. 4th, 2002 10:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coyotegothThe gods smiled last night, and I was able to make a deal with Matt (yes, "rock and roll clown" Matt) allowing me to leave early, just before a hella job landed... intellectually, I know I should feel guilty about this.
...nah.
Piano bar was its usual raucous self: cloves and Corona, sex-starved nurses, and being serenaded by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sykii, Senor Wences-style. What more could one ask?
...nah.
Piano bar was its usual raucous self: cloves and Corona, sex-starved nurses, and being serenaded by
sykii, Senor Wences-style. What more could one ask?
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Date: 2002-10-04 08:19 am (UTC)