We took any extra long ski through the fresh snow and up to the lake. It was cold, like ten degrees or something, so we went Muslim style in our Refrigerator hats. We barely got back in time to make it to painting class and we hadn’t eaten so we stopped at Palermo’s deli on Culver. They have $6 meals and we split one with roasted potatoes and a carrot/raison dish, an unbelievable deal. We sat the great big butcher block table and split a chocolate eclair for dessert.
After class we headed over to Abilene to drop off a few posters for the September 18th Margaret Explosion gig. We had a drink to celebrate Peggi’s birthday and chatted with Richie the bartender. For some reason he knows a lot of the same people we do but we hadn’t really connected until recently. Rochester works that way. He told us about the time he emptied the trash out and locked himself out of the bar. I think we had already heard that story but this one was better. He got someone from the gay bathhouse next door to help him out and by chance there was a guy sitting at the bar with us last night who was from out of town but staying in one of the seventy some rooms they have at the bath house with holes in the wall and all. He went out back to smoke between each drink and then started hitting on the two girls at the end of the bar. He told them where he staying and bought them each a drink. We were only good for one drink but could have talked to Richie a lot longer. We were just getting started.
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