Swirl, La Vita, then Punk
That’s right – sometimes the nights just flow like that. After dropping off Jake, I headed to Swirl to meet everyone and we made our way to La Vita for dinner at a nice big round table. F’s niece Besta was with us at Swirl but took off for her 2nd date after only four days of being in town – she’s a beauty like a lot of those Turks – what is with that gene pool? But her personality is a winner too – as my mother always said, “Pretty is as pretty does.”
R&A joined us at the table and R is perhaps about to land a museum job.
Then G and I headed to a punk party at an old warehouse on Japonica Street near the old SPCA. The warehouse is the cool amalgamation of vintage car shop, soon to be loft office, and in front will be a music venue. A, who was a server at my party, came up and gave me a big hug. The crowd was all tattoo and black hair and boots. A fight broke out and as G said, it looked like it was staged fight from West Side Story, but there was a security guard there who broke it up.
It was one of those disjointed nights that actually comes together in a web of people who need people.