Susan, Zero, and I went out tonight and had absinthe at the Kasbah, then went down to Cobble Stone (which had all the ambience of an inner-city bus station, but great hookah). It was really fun, we talked about Blade Runner, Neil Gaiman crap, and the impending San Francisco adventures.
Zero suggested that we go to this moroccan place (which, coincidentally, I also went to with Alex on that ill-fated trip to see him).
I hate people with money. There’s just no way to seem as put-together or carefree as they are 24/7.
Oh, the check is $300? Just put it on my card.
I’m just jealous because I want to be footloose and fancy-free.
Must get to sleep. I’ve actually been somewhat successful in this getting to bed before 2 a.m. thing lately.
