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| - We took a private ride on the 54C at 12am and got off 10 blocks too late (but that's OK because the bus driver was friendly and huggable). After paying a mere $1 (!) cover charge benefiting Planned Parenthood (of which my 21 year old friend and mother of a 4 year old opted out), I was ushered into a flashback of my semester spent in London in college. I haven't seen a spot like this since then; I've been living in Pittsburgh. I didn't realize people like the Firehousers lived in Pittsburgh. I loved the music, the atmosphere, the lighting, the outfits, the bartenders (not friendly but not self-righteous). I ordered a Stella because I drank it for the first time in London and I like that it comes in its own labeled glass. We sat on an abandoned couch, but not for long-- a tall, dark, and handsome fella shamelessly invited (in a thick Syrian accent) my aforementioned cohort to dance. We befriended two out-of-towners on the dance floor who immediately invited us to their place for a cook-out the following day.
I checked everyone out, they returned the sentiment. We danced, drank, and stayed (for the first time in a LONG time) until the lights switched on and music turned off. We made our way down the stairs and out the door where a city cop was stationed to keep things under control. The cop was friendly and we asked him for help getting a cab and when he told us he didn't know a cab number I realized that yes, I was still in Pittsburgh.
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