Here's what I remember about last night's UYE afterparty at Shady's.
Disappointment. I don't remember much but I do know that I set a timer on my calendar to go off at 10am today and the entry was mysteriously succinct: "Blast the fuck outta shady's."
So on the strength of that little memory jog I will attempt to reconstruct what it was that upset me.
Ah--I remember! it was the annoyed bartender whose name rhymes with patchouli. I must be a really annoying motherfucker (don't comment on that. it'd be common of you to do so.) because this chick was so snooty at me and all I was doing was harmlessly drinking a beer. Many beers. I don't know what it is about bars on indian school and their employees who dislike drunk people but shit.
Anyway, there was a pool table and the water didn't taste so offensive. And Georgeann G was there. Otherwise this place might well have gotten fewer stars.
Oh sure, I'd go back.