I was bad

[mbarrick]

How could I resist?

Brenda and I went to the pub, as usual. Morgan was there as well and shared a few Guinness with us. Brenda, who met Suzanne on her first visit here back in 1990, brought up the subject of the e-mail she sent me. That's kind of funny in an evil sort of way because Morgan is one of the only people that is still friends with both Dianna and I, so the vindictive part of me that still gets a kick out of thumbing my nose at the bull-dyke is pleased that it will get back to her. Like I said in the caption for the old painting I posted a while back, Suzanne represents a long story. I may be inclined to explain it at some point, but not right now.

The pub was crawling with Indy yahoos and was way too noisy. We decided to bail early and come next week we're going to find a quieter pub. As I feared, now that the bus strike is over the yahoo quotient has increased dramatically. Next week we're going to give the Old Bailiff a try. It has the interesting distinction of being completely underground.

After leaving the pub we wandered across the street to Fleuvogs. Yes. I was looking at shoes two days in a row. I actually had a pair of my last-time-they-were-in-fashon über-pointy 'Vogs on and the sales chick (who has been there forever) commented on them. "Are those the genuine article?" she asked. "Absolutely, " I replied. She then informed me that the fall line will feature some all new potential-murder-weapon pointy shoes. I can't wait. I love my winkle-pickers. Brenda saw some stuff she liked but exercised restraint. We then crossed back to poke around in Golden Age. Then up the street to Cheap Thrills. That's were I was bad.

I meant to just get a few tins of Penguins to help survive my cubicle time and ended up blowing $90 on the shirt illustrated here. For obvious reasons I couldn't resist, since I host the Sin City website and all . I think I could get away with this shirt on casual Fridays at work. So far my other tame club clothes haven't been a problem.