Back in September I stopped by...

Back in September I stopped by Barbarella's, I had been before, and hadn't been disappointed.

What drew me that weeknight was a fire alarm in my building. Instead of standing around like a PL staring at over-paid firemen chase looking for the dude who smoked a joint under the sensor. I decided to chill out at a SC... like a PL, ha!

At the door the lady demanded my coat, which was fine, but she also asked for my sweater. As I was wearing a mish-mash of PJ's and dirty clothes I tossed on in a hurry, I couldn't quite part with it. The coat lady didn't wasn't buying my excuses and sent me back out into the cold.