dinner, poetry, pale horse, bed
Met up with T and B for dinner at Z. everything was great except for the lovely desert, which ended up being a little too sweet for our manly stomachs.
Played pool at the hemlock until the appointed hour at which time we switched venues to the Space Gallery for some Pale Horse.
I was promised punk rock and instead I got a poetry reading and folk songs. The songs were good, nice melodies. no punk rock.
Tricia is officially addicted to her iphone, facebook app and all.
slow news day.
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