Blinded by the light
Thursday, September 2, 2010 11:53 AM
Hit the club around 4pm, 100 degrees out, brutal sunshine. I'm blind as soon as I enter the club. Stumble to the bar, think I see my fav bartender, so I sit down and order a drink. A dancer joins me, but I can't quite tell who she is.
Take one sip of the drink and almost spit it out. As my vision adjusts, I see my fav bartender is working another part of the bar. Then an involuntary shudder goes through me when I see who's rubbing my leg.
I move down the bar, get a real drink, and so have a more congenial companion. But I'm thinking: "Man, I got to get some sunglasses."
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