2010-08-18 - 7:12 p.m.
Going out for steaks, wine, creme brulee, maybe some whiskey. It's restaurant week here and why not? And dudes have to wear a jacket. So I'm wearing a jacket. I guess this is how it used to be, all the time, for a certain kind of city person? Makes me feel like Dean Martin or any character, really, out of a certain kind of novel. Pretty easy to picture lounge singers, scotch-and-sodas, bad jokes, cigars, intriguing little narratives in their youth.
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