Bully's East, on the Way to Poi Spinning

Bully’s East.

I’m here at Bully’s because I’m on my way over to Sinclair and Wildcard’s to do a little poi spinning, so I decided I needed some meat to warm me up.

The low bar isn’t really happening tonight, but it’s a little bit more sociable than a table, and the eye candy is a bit better.

“I bought you flowers, and you bought me… meat! You know the way to my heart!”

Low bar, interesting as usual. Though I suppose I should be off to the real event; it’s hard to tell if people say something should start at 7, when you ought to arrive. Fashionably late can be a real pain in the ass.

I could see myself moving to Key West and sitting drinking in a bar and writing — but I suppose I could move to Baja de los Angeles, another end-of-the-road, and set up shop as the modern Hemingway. Get some three-toed pot-bellied pigs.