Night #1: Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves

Every time I go home I am thrust into a paradox, I feel like a stranger yet I know the city but not as I remember it. So much has stayed the same that the little changes make it seem like I have somehow entered an alternate reality. Its very similar to "It's A Wonderful Life" where Bedford Falls is the same but a bit amiss.

After I had my metaphysical reflection on my returning home I ventured out with my friend Nikki.



We first went to get some R&R at a local Starbucks. Note the wretched specimen of overprivleged suburban spawn behind my dago princess.



We got a call from Frick and Frack and zoomed across town to join them at Roscoe's.



We soon departed and moved on to Charlie's and so the night really began.



The Debauchery:



The Drama:



The Carnage:



The Local Color:



And the greasy southern Italianness of it all:



This was just the first night and Dan has yet to arrive. Are you ready for this jelly?