I'm writing this on the Tuesday after. For lunch I had the Sprout Sandwich. My tummy was in a less than ideal place, I think partly because of the sprouts but it's possible I should have looked at the cheese better because there could have been issues there as well. By sprout sandwich I mean mozzarella, sprouts, tomatoes and pesto sandwich.
In any case, went on a walk with Sk in the afternoon, got terrible tummy troubles, came home halfway through, and the best we can say about the whole thing is, I got home safe and sound with no accidents.
Cleaned up the place, showered and shaved for a bit, and in the evening we headed out. Spent a couple of hours at La Dive, which Sk identified correctly to be a great date spot, I had verbalized it the exact opposite way. We tried going to a couple of different places after including Cha Cha's which had far too long of a line to be worth it, and Havana which was empty as a tech company office in 2023. Eventually we tried Barboza for the second time of the night, and it was fun.
We got one drink each, terrible terrible drink, the worst effing drink I've ever had, it's become much clearer to me since why I quit drinking.
Besides that the music was popping, the people were generally nice and amenable and there were like these two girls by our side who I think were trying to talk to us or dance with us all night long. After a series of confusing things, when one of the girls who I thought was super-cute told me to 'do my thing' but I asked her what she meant and ran away, we were tired and I needed to piss so bad so we bailed out of the place around 12.15, spent some time at Sk's place smoking up and really flying, and I came home. At this point I should have slept but I didn't and somehow went another 2-3 hours without any sleep. Don't know what's up with that, it's possible my body detects foreign substances and doesn't let me go to sleep in their presence.
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