Happy Birthday: The Mandy

July 3, 2004

Ahh, Exit. Hanging out tonight to celebrate Mandy’s birthday. Exit’s undergone some renovations since the last time I was here.

Twelvestone folk will be sad to learn that the infamous dancing pole is no more.

Let me pause here to discuss names. For reasons that were once explained to me (but I’ve since forgotten), Mandy climbed the social ladder to the point where she has an article in front of her name. Mainly, it’s been Steph that I hear this from, but she’s the one who uses the phrase “The Mandy.”

To the right is Myken, who flew in as a sort of surprise birthday present (she and Steph planned this out). I learned that Myken is a name that has Swedish origins, and is actually the name of an island in Norway.

Names are fun.

Steph and Liz.

Bar view.

The Hollises arrive. Liz, chatting with Matt.

I forget when, but I started to fade out a bit and asked for coffee. When I asked, the bartender looked over at the coffee pot and grimaced. She poured me some in a tumbler, and then vigorously shook her head when I tried to offer her money for it.

It actually tasted kind of good, despite the report from her that it had been sitting there all day.

Saw the Young Ones on the telly. And it was that episode where Neil finds a genie living in the tea kettle and wishes for six pairs of arms.

Myken saw me take a picture of the television and, in an attempt to not look like some loser who takes pictures of television, I tried explaining myself. I was pretty drunk at this point, and I don’t think I did a very good job.

Mark, in one of the coolest seats in the place.