Running late to Swirl’s one year anniversary because L had come to take a photo for the website. None of them worked – they just seemed a little forced. Meanwhile, the J-man was running around with the camera afterwards taking pics through the mailslot and I actually liked all of his better. When I got to Swirl, there were locals and then some, a good crowd, coming to celebrate the hard work that B and K have put into the place. Then we were off to Jacqueimos, a classic New Orleans restaurant on Oak Street. There was the usual hour wait but we nestled in at the bar and I started telling G about my crazy dream when H and C came to meet us. I don’t even want to tell you what we ate – fried chicken, fried shrimp, drum, cabbage, beets, crab cakes, grit cakes – good grief. The waitresses were running around with some IPOD connected to the stereo system and suddenly the entire place was turned into a karaoke bar – we were all singing Dreamweaver or some such pop songs from the Pleistocene era. We split off afterwards and G & I headed back to midcity and Pal’s – the bar of last resort (I say that with affection, but really it, besides the Milan Lounge, is the smokiest bar in the world), and there was a good crowd there, again the locals and then some. I was shored up by smokers in stereo – isn’t there some kind of law about second hand smoke? Then it was kind of time to go home, even though neither G nor I wanted to, but she wasn’t hip to go to Evangeline and dance, so we decided to call it a night. But we passed a good time, yeah.