Speaking of fruity, last night i had apple beer at this fancy pants wine bar in Fitzroy. Now that was gnarly. $10 a beer means you gotta be loaded to get tipsy but still. Apple-y!
Last night was a birthday at a Moroccan vego joint (fuck i was craving meat.. and alcohol - still, yummy chickpeas and coffee) and then tonight is a birthday at... you know it... the motherfucking Market. I think i'll skip the club and just have pre-drinks. I mean, being surrounded by hundreds of half-naked men getting busy on the dancefloor, it's just lost on me. Especially when they don't play C&C Music Factory all night :-( Oh the disappointment of a gay club where they just play the same old electro house/trancey crap as everywhere else. It's like on the one hand you go to a club and have to put up with muzzas hitting on your ass and airhead chix, on the other hand you go to a club and have to put up with men fucking in the goddamn cubicles when you need to pee.
I really want me some of that apple beer. I wish i'd written down what it was. I do think i couldn't get plentily merry on that stuff. Goes down like a dream. Anywho...
