Yesterday was the Surly Barnacle's birthday. He's the smug looking one in the Detroit hat. Trust me, he's usually much surlier (he is wearing a Detroit hat, after all). We had a good night, culminating in the post-midnight diner tryst. At some point, I decided to try to write down a few of the funniest conversation pieces we had, but the Diamond called me on it (Dude, great idea, because nothing's more fun than reliving that funny thing we just said...). See, I've always regarded the end-of-night diner run as one of the benchmarks for the truly glorious night out, and it just hasn't happened enough lately. It's a magical place, and not just because they play Crimson and Clover or Eli's Comin'. And you may be surprised that the magic just isn't there when you roll up for brunch or (gasp) dinner.
At some point in the evening, we decided that Wiretap, as our only man on the inside, needs to play American savior to a certain Bulgarian sister / potential immigrant. As far as I can tell, it would be good for all parties involved.
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dude crimson and clover may be the best 'come down off drunkeness' song EVER
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