Happy Hour

Saturday night, I was home, lazing around and blogging (bo-ring!) and getting ready for bed when a friend called and asked if I'd like to go for a nightcap and we settled on the bar across the street from my house which was delightful because I got to lean out the window like Rapunzel and call that I was coming right down when he pulled up in a cab. We remarked on the meticulously quotidian ambiance and talked about appealing destinations (I like the sound of: The Lodge, Summerhouse in Scotland and The Stephen's Green Hibernian Club in Dublin; he likes the sound of places I would never go, which is fine by me) then they played Cheap Trick and it was great (I used to loathe that bar and complain about the noise but then one night I went in there after a disappointing date, long ago, and it was just me and the bartender and the bouncer and they were like, Why are you so dressed up? Here? And I explained why and they said, Lucky for us! and we all split a box of Charleston Chews and discussed whether or not Bogotá is ready for tourism. So now I don't mind; well, I've become more zen). And then when we left,  we ran into my favorite ex-boyfriend which was funny as it was totally coincidental because we live on the same street and so we went to the bodega that sells all the international fashion magazines and he bought me this beautiful one called Velvet and I got some Ito En Darjeeling and now I am home and getting ready for bed for real this time but the last two hours were so unexpected and fun that I wonder if I am already dreaming. Goodnight!