Whoa Saints
Sigh – Starting a Wit’s Inn, which was so LOUD and so smoky, we watched the kick off to grand applause and gesture. Next, Bacchanal, where three employees sat around a borrowed television (we left promptly), to Vaughn’s, where we walked into a packed house of people with eyes peeled on us (not really, the television was right where the door is), we made our grand entrance, got to the bar, and ordered drinks and bam, the Saints scored – and everyone was cheering us – asking us to go out and come back in again because we’re lucky. Then to Marky’s, and just as the Saints were getting worse, I figured it was time to head back to MidCity – I opted out of the rest of the Saints’ misery tour and came home smelling like bbq’d Rachel – I almost had to undress outside – this morning I got an email from a friend about the Who Dat? quiz – she said she scored 100.