Three Strikes

Three strikes on an evening I decided I should get out of the apartment more often.

Mojitos, a bar which usually has live dance bands was holding a special event; ticket holders only. Info on tiki bar that sounded huge was outdated (it's now been split in half). A "new" bar mentioned by a co-worker turned out to be somewhere I had been already.

Oh, en route to the new bar, there were four kids on the bus. Girls cute and sober, guys drunk. First time I've almost been the target of projectile vomiting and it was funny, maybe because a) it barely missed me and b) I was sympathizing with the girls.