The green converse goes on my feet like uniform. Work or pleasure, the same pair of shoes gets me everywhere.
We walk. It’s louder than I thought with all the cars. We pass a stranger and I wonder what he’s up to. It’s a guest of a same friend. He was lost?
We start out the night with laughter poured into wine glasses thanks to BBB’s great stories.
Jazz… it sounds so classy and cool. Except it’s boring! (I know, how unclassy!) Elevator music, it reminds me of. I have a better appreciation towards the funk and wonk of the American and Brit’s.
Some don’t pay their portion, so the two of us add another $10 to our tab. Really, people?
We end the night with a stinky Uber driver. Smelling good is a luxury, a privilege it turns out.