Clubfoot


And so we left, and meandered over to Clubfoot. Some of you twelvestone folks might recall this place as a stop on our tour of the neighborhood bars.


Justin and I shot a game of pool with some guys. They were alright, and we should have beat them, but didn’t. I seem to be hot/cold, and never very consistent. I’m chalking this one up to the drinking.

Yeah, that’s right. I’m blaming the booze. Shut UP.


We wandered around some, trying to find me a cab afterwards. At some point in our walking, I came across this thing. I still don’t know what this is. But apparently, it’s important enough for someone to lock up.

Justin had forgotten his bag (portable drive, iPod, etc) at Lava Lounge, so we trekked back there, found it, and then went cab-hunting. After walking a few blocks… we parted ways, and I was on my way home.

I was pretty beat, by the time I got in the door. I must say, being taken home… that was an incredibly good feeling, as I was pretty ready to call it a night.

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