A beautiful tall brunette in a sassy red skirt bought me a second whiskey on the rocks last night. We went to this badass bar painted all red and black with a mirror ball that reflected skulls spinning around the room.

I could have stayed in the bathroom an hour there was so much cool wall art and graffiti, and about thirty people playing pool in the back part of the long narrow building, smoking dispite the ordinance so it added that reclusive dark eye-burning element often missing from bars, but even better than that was the punkabilly three man band playing hard and loud. No, loud. No, I mean really fuckin loud. Even louder than that. Turn it up so the windows buzz. Yeah right about there. Loud enough so I hear it in the morning. Loud to make teeth rattle, set up a vibration in the bones, shake the blood.

I inticed JJ to dance with me and she took off her boots and we twisted and shook and she whipped her long dark hair around. We laughed at the lyrics to lovesick Cell Phone and unrepentant Snidely Whiplash and the workin man's anthem PBR Vacation. Tebone laid out a stompin bassline and everyone was on tight and good. S got some cool photos, lights streaking around the frame, guitars and fingers and rockin with it.

We got home after midnight and fell into bed, ears buzzing.