I went to my first "Happy Hour" today. The fact that it is my first after six months living here is surprising, given the fact that every bar, everyday, has one and a lot of people go. All I had was some french fries which looked and tasted just like McDonald's, but they were wrapped in wax paper and served in a champagne flute. In case you were wondering why I haven't gone to one before, well, there you go. I did have an awesome time. We sat outside and told tons of stories, so I'll probably be more apt to go next time I'm invited.
Some friends invited me to this. The DJs should be pretty good, but I checked out the main guy's myspace site and he sounds really lame. If I can find that 20 dollar bill (paper money, so cute) maybe I can go and take some actual pictures instead of just posting introspective essays about moving to a big city.