out!

It was Friday night, or was it Saturday? The Overland bar was tedious with it's drama as usual. The crack heads, the pot heads, the tweekers...

My date was getting sossed. My daughter was making everyone around her laugh, she is better to hang out with then most anyone.

I sang "welcome to my nightmare"

I really enjoyed myself... The standing ovation, may have been because I was finished with the song, I am not sure.

vanity suggests it was the romantic sexy stylings of Glena Dusky.. Reality suggests that nobody gives a shit anyway.

The evening did progress, and we managed to make our escape.

AHH the Blue Bouquet. After carefully getting lost in the dark, I FOUND IT! Not bad for being night blind in a most unpleasant way.

The band was finished. My stomach was growling. Was it really nearly 2 AM? jeeez.

I wish we had ditched the Overland bar sooner, now I was disappointed.

It looked like we would get no more music tonight, but perhaps a polish dog in the square.

A lively diatribe from the fifteen year old business manager, of " Dad's Deli"
She said, her Dad really shouldn't expose her to the evil of downtown night life.

I had to agree, but she is such an old soul for fifteen.

Her dad was kind of a ditz, but made great polish hot dogs.

My date was feeling sad for the past, and his father that was more of a man then he would ever be. My daughter was bored with the whole event. It was time to drag ourselves home.