The Wrong Ways

Following the stress of this past week, I ended up going out on Thursday to meet the regular crew at JR's, then on Friday, in a convoluted fashion, I ended up at the new Ziegfield's/Secrets. Two late nights, and even without drinking terribly much, it was more of that sort of stress than I'm used to. It was fun, but I don't see how some guys do that week after week.

Tonight's plan is a dinner date, sober, with one of the regular crew from Thursday. Don't know if it'll go very far past this as I hadn't realized he smoked when I agreed to the date, but hey, we'll see how it goes. Can't really do much past dinner because I'd like to bike or run tomorrow, and I need more normal sleep pattern back before the upcoming work week and the new stresses that will entail.

On a side note, I wonder if anyone has studied whether people buy less cologne/perfume in jurisdictions where they don't allow smoking in the bars.

It was interesting to see that Z/S is within walking distance, as long as you feel safe walking through/around the public housing between there and the cult co-op. The experience was a bit crowded; I don't think they have a very good layout for the bars - too crowded and too few bartenders. Getting ignored by one bartender as he worked the back bar didn't help my impression of the service. No dancing upstairs, either, despite a large dance floor and lots of dance music playing for the dancers.

Originally published at Of Moose And Men.