Oh dear Swizz how I adore you. (already..!)
You opened your arms to me widely and took me in and soaked my liver into oblivion.
A warm (although ACed) comfortable dark womb-like oblivion.
The bartendtresses know how to pour, like monsoons pour, you would think they are trying overflow the cups of bliss or put out a nearby imaginary fire that is threatening your invisible Lilliputian drinking friends and their mini-city that dwell on your cocktail napkin. ***(my vision is never clear enough, micro-capable enough, but I know they are there. I wonder if they live in a blacktopped hell of strip malls as well..? maybe that's why the 'lil folks need to be dowsed with anesthetic...?)
The juke has Steely Dan's "Can't Buy a Thrill" on it.... Aces.
No need for pest control...
The flies 'round here are instant family... and sometimes buy rounds...
Even shitty/shifty/grumpy Uncle Bill/Bob/Mike is an a-OK guy and your pseudo-Aunt Wilma would love to buy you a beverage... a very unhealthy and wonderfully euphoric beverage to be specific.
and then I found the Wednesday night trivia hosted/created by the lovely Lindsey .
FYI: This trivia is not for drunk dumb folks.
Answer her riddles first, reap the buzz post quiz, then make yourself happily unintelligent.
Your wallet and prestige can benefit!
Make sure to ask Sarah 'bout her California Brazilian Wax Makers Mark Experience.
***(please just do not feed her any of the devil's lifeblood! I hear it may be very dangerous! ;)
***(actually don't ask her. I want to savor that storied story for my own personal humor-self-storage reserves.)
Long ramble short... Short swaggle swizz...
Just like the door reads: "Swizzle in, Stagger Out". Exactomundo.
Just be damn careful (get a cab!).
***I found this place due to the mucho-helpful Yelp.
So thank you YELP and the Swizzle thanks you as well, just don't ask my wallet or liver to comment.
Cheers!