My Friday Night, Part 1
Historically, I don’t go out much. But last week… Oh my god, last week, I went out three times! It was crazy! I can pretty much not go out again for another six to eight months to keep my numbers consistent. I may have to get out more, though. It was fun.
I like going out with people. I really do. Because the people I go out with are typically nice people. Friends, usually. They’re very, very nice. And most of them smell good. Anyway, here is my story of last Friday night when I went out with friends.
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So Friday afternoon, I got a text from Priscila.
comedy hour tng at 8!
Okay, I’m in. Just need to stop by Ginger’s and pick her up and…
“Let’s stop by my place so I can get my camera,” I say.”
Eventually, we arrive at Kill Your Idol on Espanola Way. It’s Friday Night Comedy Hour. No cover. And I think drinks were half-price. I’m not 100% about the last part. I make my way to the restroom. Because why use my nice, clean, safe one at home when I can wander into god knows what?
Oh, well, hey. This is pretty neat!
If I didn’t know at the time that people were waiting outside the door to get in, I probably would’ve spent ten minutes in here photographing the restroom. Very cool.
Part 2 to follow…