Hello sailor pt. I

Okay, I'm gonna put the Tahoma business behind me because there will be no more griping with the aesthetics here. Hah, we're gonna leave it alone. First an apology to the young lady I met the other evening at SoHo whose name I confused for Flonase. Though I'm not entirely sure it happened, I might've called you Flonase a couple of times. I apologize. Good evening though! Jesse and I started the night witnessing the incredible stylings of pianist Dmitry Klevenskiy over at the Beach House -- his chunky manhands move with buttery ease. Drinks are a bit on the expensive there, but we still had a good time. Then on down to the District where some hoochie tried to stiff us with a ten dollar cover charge. It was "Thug Night" I guess. So we went down to the Shell, got a couple of tall boys, got the drink on and rocked out at SoHo till much later and with bellies full of suds and bonhomie. Oh look, work's done.