This friday we're heading out to a "social hour" at Francesca's on Taylor St. This is what old folks do - we have social hours. Going to clubs becomes uncomfortable after a certain age. The music is too loud. The kids are too young, practically naked and have that hungry look in their eyes. I want to lecture them. Tell them that those cute little crinkles at the corners of their eyes are really called wrinkles and that if I try to hump the floor like they're doing chances are I won't be coming up.
There will be appetizers and an open bar at Francesca's. We will sit, drink and if we're feeling extra naughty we'll probably smoke a cigar or two (on the patio of course...thanks Chicago).
Expect a full review of this exciting outting!
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
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