dinner at a dive in the south end last night
delux.
i always thought it was a men's leather bar.
seriously.
it's not the sort of place we nice decent southern lesbians often poke our heads into
just to see if the restrooms come in 2 flavours
turns out, it's just a dive. and not a bad one. strange. funky. with incredibly cheap drinks.
the best bourbon in the house (which isn't really saying much) was $5
and i sure the bartender only charged that because no one had ordered it in so long, she had no idea what to charge

ran into gordon hammersley walking his dog.
still wearing his chef whites.
gordon, not the setter puppy.
we chatted. i gushed. the puppy piddled.
all around not much worse than expected.