About Last Night
Last night we went to Medicine for Vanessa's birthday. It's all fancy foo-foo veggie food. I realize the only time I go to restaurants above the taqueria level is when it's someone else's birthday, and that's kind of sad.
Anyway the food was pretty good but the burps afterward were atrocious. Chris from Boston was in town and he and I then went to the Rickshaw Stop for Non-Stop Bhangra. It was fun as always but that place is incredibly hot. You need to commit to getting sweaty and throwing down if you're going to stay there a while, but Chris couldn't stay out late. Next time, I'm going for it and wearing my aerobics outfit.
Then we went off for a final drink at Martuni's. I think I finally figured out why I like that place, despite its many flaws. (Bad drinks, bad decor, bad music.) First, you can sit down and cocktail servers bring your drinks. They make an okay gin martini, but I've learned never to stray from that choice. And second, it's a gay bar where they're not playing horrid gay disco. Granted, they're playing horrid gay showtunes, but it's not obtrusively loud. The last time I was in the Castro (the last time Chris was visiting with John), I thought I was going to have a brain hemorrhage with all the Shakira and Pussycat Dolls remixes.
Why gays, why?
Anyway the food was pretty good but the burps afterward were atrocious. Chris from Boston was in town and he and I then went to the Rickshaw Stop for Non-Stop Bhangra. It was fun as always but that place is incredibly hot. You need to commit to getting sweaty and throwing down if you're going to stay there a while, but Chris couldn't stay out late. Next time, I'm going for it and wearing my aerobics outfit.
Then we went off for a final drink at Martuni's. I think I finally figured out why I like that place, despite its many flaws. (Bad drinks, bad decor, bad music.) First, you can sit down and cocktail servers bring your drinks. They make an okay gin martini, but I've learned never to stray from that choice. And second, it's a gay bar where they're not playing horrid gay disco. Granted, they're playing horrid gay showtunes, but it's not obtrusively loud. The last time I was in the Castro (the last time Chris was visiting with John), I thought I was going to have a brain hemorrhage with all the Shakira and Pussycat Dolls remixes.
Why gays, why?


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