we hung out for a couple of hours, leered at the sole female bartender [her name was carla and she looked amazing... i think it was something about the way little pieces of hair fell in front of her face.], watched some girls get up on the bar and start bumping and grinding... it was a good evening and everyone who went didn't have any attitude and we all were pretty chill.
so about six kamakazies and three pints of bass later ghent and i headed home. of course when one is toasted, one becomes introspective and i came up with a doozie last night:
"man, swingers was less a movie and more of a manual for the modern man."
but for a change i actually stand by that statement... *sigh* i'm going to go get caffiene now.