Sometimes, a night at Harvelle's is like a B-12 shot in the arm.
It's just what I needed.
Tonight was one of those nights.
The end of a long week is that much worse when you realize it's only a Thursday and there's still one more day until the weekend.
I could have the time of my life and call in sick tomorrow which is preferable to staying up all night and showing up with hand-stamp ink and cigarette stink still on me... (This will no doubt piss off my cubicle dwelling co-workers). There's friends here, John's bartending and good times apparently await me, as John Nemeth is one of the coolest cats I've seen in a while. Upbeat party goodtime music and I found myself dancing to a slow number with Heather who was there with one of her wildest friends. (pictured here).