Empty rooms and their occupants

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REFLECTING UPON TIMES PAST

So a few days after my birthday, some friends from work took me out for drinks at Nacional 27, where they serve the most heavenly mojitos known to humankind and apparently get quite jumping with salsa dancing, etc. after dark on weekends. In this instance, however, it just reminded me very heavily of the interior of a Howard Johnson's somewhere in 1979. My deep-seated memories are weird, okay?


This is Mary. It was her idea to go here. She had a very specific story about her gay husbands at this bar, but I cannot remember the details.
¡O dios mojitos!


The heavenly glow instigated by the mojitos quickly took over the entire room, and the faux-executive table at which we were sitting lit up like a christmas tree. Or a menorah. In attempting to take a picture of Michael, I realized I was getting a pretty cool reflective effect.


Berianne, captured here in mid-sentence (sorry, Grrremlin!). She makes a nice playing card, don't you think?


This is John, looking peaceful. He was all excited excited excited excited about the Wilco show. Yeah, I know, Wilco isn't worth such excitement, but I wasn't going to tell him that. I had previously ranted about the vacancy of Tori Amos's artistry the last time we'd gone for drinks, and I'm afraid poor John is starting to get the idea that I detest everything he likes. Can you imagine somebody thinking that about me?!?


This one is actually the coolest... First, there is Miraida, god bless her soul. No, she's not dead, but she did defect back over to Perseus. Then, there's McG, who I *really* want to dress up like Abraham Lincoln.

My friend Joe was with us as well, but he was getting over a bit of food poisoning from the day before and, like a vampire, I couldn't catch him on camera. He had no soul, you see, because he had puked it up at about 4 in the morning.

GETTING INTO THE SPIRITS

Thanks to everyone for a fine birthday this year.
Here's a little token of my appreciation.

(I should have posted those pictures weeks ago, but I got caught up in the Hafler Trio again. Sigh.)