Cargar, I wish I could, but as I told you, falling out in a bar is first and foremost very un-PLUSA-like behavior and second, a real possibility considering the state of my health. You all will have to have a drink for me in my absence. I’ll be right here at home being smothered by cats, the way a true lesbian recovers from health debacles 🙂
Hola Cargar! I’m still feeling quite dumpy, but alive nonetheless. I’m currently plying myself with a motherload of liquids and meds so I can go back to sleep soon. It’s amazing how being sick can make one sleep so much. I’m gonna eff around and wind up with bed sores!
where is Sycamore and what subway station is it near?
*rob*
Cargar, I wish I could, but as I told you, falling out in a bar is first and foremost very un-PLUSA-like behavior and second, a real possibility considering the state of my health. You all will have to have a drink for me in my absence. I’ll be right here at home being smothered by cats, the way a true lesbian recovers from health debacles 🙂
OH, it’s on the north side of the street. Sorry.
wasder, are you sure that isn’t between 11th & 12th??
I’m having trouble picturing the “gated entrance”
“I’m still feeling quite dumpy, but alive nonetheless”
Well, as long as you’re alive, we’ll see you at Sycamore at 630.
I’m not convinced rob knows how to shovel snow.
yes, wasder I know it well. You lived about 50 yards from Dirty franks, then.
Was harold the main bartender back then???
M4L, I totally need one of those!
Hola Cargar! I’m still feeling quite dumpy, but alive nonetheless. I’m currently plying myself with a motherload of liquids and meds so I can go back to sleep soon. It’s amazing how being sick can make one sleep so much. I’m gonna eff around and wind up with bed sores!
snappy, your bubble boy suit will be coming in the mail soon