Fuel And Fuddle, Midnight.
About twenty people are waiting outside, with another ten in the entry. A couple approaches the door:
Woman: [Just before touching the door] God… I can’t do it. Not tonight.
[They walk away.]
{ 2007 11 08 }
Life in the Iron City
{ 2007 11 08 }
Fuel And Fuddle, Midnight.
About twenty people are waiting outside, with another ten in the entry. A couple approaches the door:
Woman: [Just before touching the door] God… I can’t do it. Not tonight.
[They walk away.]
the girl between 39th and 40th | 08-Nov-07 at 6:02 pm | Permalink
wow, i don’t know if anything perfectly summarizes my late-night oakland experiences better than that single quote.
Be a Good Daughter | 15-Nov-07 at 6:14 pm | Permalink
Cool message.
I know you will read my blog..
Regards
jc | 22-Dec-07 at 6:00 pm | Permalink
It has been that way for at least 7 years. My ex and I would pretend that we were 19 or 20 so we had to sit in the basement.
Chris Griswold | 24-Dec-07 at 4:46 pm | Permalink
I don’t understand that; underage people have to wait at least 30 minutes longer to be seated because there’s less space.
My improv group often went out to eat after our twice-weekly rehearsals, and we always ran into problems on Tuesday nights because we had one person under 21.