Can't help from plopping the latest dream here. On Market St. near City Hall and I run into a Vice President who looks like Rocky DeBoato and he invites me for a drink. We go to this hot-shit bar and he brings me my Jim Beam while he belts some hot-shit liquor. He gives me a sip and I hint about switching to it. But he brings a vending machine with exotic brands then hands me another JB. I tell him about my work history while he mentions that he's a protege of Tully ?? and more yoots join us. I pass on the next round, say so long to the gang, and start wandering to get to a bus stop while trying to call home about my lateness.

The town's starting to un-hibernate but the Pack Lounge is hard to leave. Ouzo 'Rita yesterday - yum! Solid 7 last night so feeling mighty fine.