laquanda had some drinks. kathy had some drinks. alexis had some more drinks. my fingers got stuck to a drink (that weird ice-glue thing, like in "a christmas story") and i spilled it. that lead to a threat of no more drinks by dawn. why, dawn. why would you do this to me?!
eventually she relented, and my drinking rampage was back in bidniz. we had this great spot right outside and were just loving all of the beautiful weather and all of the people watching, as everyone else came home from work in their more-typical 5-7pm range.
its really the perfect environment. great, outside seats atta fun bar, with a good-sized group. and everyone loaded, or at least on their way. with absolutley nothing to do, notta single plan, for the next day. its very, very helpful to the "drink forever" attitude that we all share.
the jacksn'n'diets were fantastic. all 600 of them. and each lead to its own state of off-balance, which in turn lead to its own great conversation or joke or whatever. but, sadly, after 6-7 hours of consecutive bar orders, and kathy ready to head home, we felt it time to move on. and after paying the ridiculously long bill, and saying goodbye to the green rock, we stood up to leave.
...but...
only
kathy had to go home. surely, laquanda, alexis and myself could part from the apartment-bound path and start drinkin somewhere else.
and, thus; buskers!
