Cut Off

Pretty, pretty music last night at Schubas, when my Scottish boyfriends the Trashcan Sinatras serenaded a small-but-loyal crowd. Highlights: terrible, horrible, godawful dancing somehow makes cute hipster boy even cuter; Frank continues to be my soul mate; this song becomes personal mantra.

Bizarro Conversation of the Night
On my second trip to the bar, the bartender saw me coming and reached for the fridge. "Stella, right?"
"Actually, I think I'll just have a water."
"Good." He looked relieved. "Boy, I'm glad it's just a water."
"Why? Are you out of Stella?"
"No."

Um ... okay. But what?
Schubas: Where, if you've had one drink, you've had enough.