..the worst feeling in the world. I'm an anti-fan of smoking cigarettes, and particularly in public places. If you want to rot out your lungs with tar, then have at it. But don't subject me to the same unwilling punishment.
(Ironically, I don't mind hookah. Yes, it's bad for you in mass quantities, but the approach is different, and it smells good.)
Siew and I went to Ann Arbor's Circus Bar for some high-quality Bluegrass. The hippies were out in droves, but the bluegrass was sorely lacking. It was a little disappointing, but I enjoyed the substitute music nonetheless. I really felt overdressed in my belted outfit and heels. Jeans and dreds would have been more appropriate. The bar itself is quirky, which I appreciate, but a little creepy at the same time. I might have nightmares about the clown hanging from the ceiling. It seems like it'd be a cool place to relax, if there are a few less people around.
We stayed for a couple of hours...long enough to overhear a conversation regarding one gentleman's moustache (grown out for a '70s porn party...no joke), sip one vodka & cranberry juice (after dropping the lime slice on the floor...sad day), and discuss the plummeting attractiveness of a man who, although talented, decided to sing some falsetto-y jamaican jams (he was white, and bearded...and cute until he opened his mouth). I started to crash a little after midnight, so Siew dutifully took me home, where I discarded my smoky duds, ignored my smeared eyeliner, and climbed into bed.
Despite the 1:00am bedtime, I feel surprisingly good today, and am pleased by that. The achiness of waking from a short slumber has long since been replaced by a generally chipper demeanor. My motivation is a little lacking--a situation I can't really afford to indulge, as I have just one day remaining and a week's work to accomplish here.
Which means...I should probably stop blogging and get to work. I hope y'all know I'm wrinkling my nose at that idea.
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