Got to the bar early. So I just wandered in. Lights were mostly off, M and Miran were sitting around talking. The band was staggering in. The clock was turned off. Yeah I was a bit early. Not that it mattered.

M was exhausted, it turned out. She had just moved (two weeks ago she was off looking at a new apartment: since then she has gotten it and moved in already) and spent all day painting. when I say all day I mean she got up at the crack of fuck-you and had painted until she realized she had to be at work.

Which just makes everything funnier. Because a very tired M is an M that isn’t inclined to do much of anything. Except sit and raise an eyebrow. Miran got into the habit of “M, I need a… oh I’ll get it myself,” by about 9. Yeah. That was the kinda night it was. The clock was its own issue. Plugged in, looking fine, the clock just didn’t turn on. So we’re sitting around talking and I catch a flash out of the corner of my eye.

The clock had turned on and then off very fast. So M wiggled the plug and look! the clock works. Until it cut back out an hour later. Fuck the clock. Fuck it up its stupid ass. Of course that meant that every ten or fifteen minutes M would turn to me in a rush and ask what time it was.

Their food got there and M and Miran started to eat. Just before they did, M went to get me a beer. She wanders back, chattering away, sets my beer in front of Miran and sits down. Miran and I look at each other. Then we lose it. I mean, sure, it was an interesting night but I didn’t think it called for Miran to start drinking that early. Sheesh.

It was, I repeat, that kind of night.

M told us about this ass over the weekend. Apparently he started some shit in the back of the joint and then to the front, still going on. M followed him and he started telling her to “shut the fuck up” and how her job was to take his orders. So, and M was proud of this, she took his 99% full beer bottle and poured it over his head. Now, pouring out a beer like that over someone takes time. This guy just stood there in utter shock.

But back to the very sleepy night. Because it was one. At one point the band leader came by and chatted for a few, like he’s taken to, and took my name and address because, it turns out, sometimes they throw private parties for regulars. Which I am now going to be invited to. And as cool as that is? Really I think I am just on their mailing list now. Let’s be honest here.

Yeah it was sluggish and quiet and slow. Which fit. And so we left, as we always must, and took a cab home. Which is when we had a cabbie with the best name in quite some time.