Annoyed and Satisfied. Summer is approaching.

I went to Ampersand’s new place of employment last night, as she said at the other semi colon’s birthday she works every night except for one night that wasn’t last night.

She was not there working. Instead a boy with plugs in his ears and what looked to be matching dimples was there where our Anniemosity should have been standing, leaning perhaps, it wasn’t incredibly busy.

My boyfriend and I decided to stay for a drink anyway. As I was looking at the awesome cocktail list, boy behind the bar interrupts my description reading to say, “I know what you want.”  He then points to the first drink on the list and says, “You like cosmopolitans right.”

I gave bartender dude guy boy a perplexed stare. I guess my crimpy hair from the removal of a dozen braids, and the vintage grandma cardigan, and the torn knees in my jeans, and the man accompanying me wearing a hoodie without a shirt underneath just screams, “I want the girliest fucking concoction on your menu!”

Dude annoyed me even though he had those dimples.

I went with the Maker’s and ginger of course, as I am obviously a modern day gypsy hippie. I’ll have to say though, I was much less annoyed when I was served a rectangular plate with a lowball of ice, a lowball with 4 ounces of whiskey in it, and a little glass bottle of very gingery ginger ale (that is only served at this particular establishment in the entire state as bartender guy informed me) upon it. I was able to play bartender and mix the ingredients to my liking. It was like two drinks, so the $8 price tag didn’t seem steep at all. My boyfriend got a tap beer.

Everything was going great. Then I saw an ‘old friend’ around the bar. Mostly we were never really friends and just had a mutual one and were never complete bitches to each other. We chatted a minute. I guess she works there too. How unfortunate for our dearest Anne, girl is fucking crazy and should be avoided. Yeah, our chat was just a bunch of crazy shit she is up to that I don’t give a fuck about, but do because it involved our mutual friend that I do give a shit about. My boyfriend knew who she was too, and had some other crazy stories to share about her later in our evening.

I do like this bar and restaurant, and will definitely go back there when I’m sure my real friend is working so I can give her my money.

After all of this oddness, my boyfriend and I went to the 7^th St. Entry and saw Toro Y Moi and they were fantastic!

I can’t wait for summer. Rooftop patios. Fireworks. Nature walks. Sundresses. Blah, blah, blah.