..I stood by myself and drank my beer alone, an unsmiling downer in a crowd of people there to have a good time, whereas I was only there because I didn’t know where else I wanted to be.
I made my way out, past the smiling, empty suits and their accompanying smiling, empty dresses, and my way north to the Brown Bar, a yuppie hangout whose only redeeming features are a bar that lights up and a half-breed barmaid that combines the prettiest of whatever two races she might be. I had a Mango Martini (half price Friday Nights! Only four dollars!) that made my stomach hurt….
