A and I went to a bar last night, the first time in...forever...in Seattle, since the whole thing began, really. It was chill, I got a margarita (virgin) and a bottle of Beck's, which is a non-alcoholic beer that tastes disgusting. The virgin margarita was great.
In the caphill neighborhood of the city we tried to get into three different bars, each of which had a queue that went around the block. We finally circled back to the second place we'd tried, because it had the shortest line, but ended up waiting for forty minutes anyway. Not necessarily because everyone was out and about, but capacity is severely limited right now anyway.
It was chill, we went to the ground floor, and then the underground. A tried to talk to people but made a pretty serious error in his approach (mistook somebody for someone he'd already met), and things just didn't go our way from there. We chilled outside for a bit, met a couple of college dudes who were just chillin' outside, A shared smokes with them, we talked about a bunch of random shit, and we drove home. I was sober throughout, which made it difficult to be out and about, and the fact that I don't enjoy being out and about with people who are a little too into being 'out there' made it all the more boring for me, but hanging out with friends, seeing human beings and looking at cute faces was fun.
Great night.
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