By “I really should go to sleep” I either meant that I really should go to sleep, or I really should throw some clothes on, hop in the wagon, pick up Zosia and meet Alex and Ben down at the Twins Bar on 4th and 4th.
With Alex’s help I sorted out some gritty relational quandries while Ben and Zosia prepared to elope down in Mexico. The Twins Bar closed at 1:00 so we packed up our gig and moved it to the Capri Bar in Soup Town.
I bought Zosia a scotch at the last bar, so this time ’round she treated me to a glass of ice water with lemon. Ben and Alex played a game of shit-faced ping-pong but did so much better than me and Zosia, as I was too busy dancing to Sex Machine to hit the pong.
We ground peanut shells into the floor. Superior ground to a halt at 2 am. I really haven’t slept since 11 am on Sunday.