So then we walked to the Rainbo and what do you know? Myopic Associates! Full of drink and merriment! So we joined them. And we drank. And we drank until we were Drinky Crow. Jon and Adrienne can hold their A-L-C-O-H-O-L. We tried to flirt with random cuties, but we have largely forgotten how to flirt in our last few months of self-imposed social isolation. Blurting out "you are pretty" doesn't really suffice, nor does offering ourselves up as a chaparone to the photo booth. That kind of thing worked when we were a little younger and a little prettier.
When the bar closed, we went back to Adrienne's house for tarot readings and more of the sauce. Boy, it was great. Since we are seriously thinking of trashing our boring corpo-wack job and going back to the bookstore full time, last night was extra special. We have a second family at the bookstore, and it is good to be back among them. We would tell you what happened in our tarot reading, but that would be illegal! Instead we'll celebrate the fact that we can go out among friends and end up around a kitchen table, very late at night, fate literally laid out like a feast before us, with not a care in the world. It is very good to be alive.