Beads


Mardi Gras

I could say that I went to the bar last night for the free beads, but I really went for a cold brew. They just threw the beads out to everyone which was nice, as I hate flashing strangers, let alone friends.

Ever since the bar installed satellite radio the music has been a skosh less heinous. Remixes of Michael Jackson and Dolly’s 9 to 5 are a step up. This gives you an idea of how bad the umcha-umcha-umcha-umcha music is that usually pounds from the speakers.

The lights were so low that the glow bracelets and necklaces (also thrown out) were handy to wave like a tricorder in front of whoever was trying to talk to you.

Overall a fine night out–good to see some familiar faces, and the beer was so cold there was frost on the bottle. Mission accomplished.