So long. I'll miss you, at least.
I go there and keep it in some of my favorite places for sushi. It's moderately priced and the menu of sushi is interesting. It worries me that this place is very sleepy. It's decorated pleasantly but it's usually very quiet and quaint. I hope they stay in business. The chefs remember your name and they have loyal following I suppose. The sushi is very tasty (it's all I go there for). There are others in town that have the stock, baseline dishes that charge more than this place.
I like it a lot and it's one of my little secret corner resturants.
fucking liars- motorcycle drivers saying they rev their bikes to warn drivers of their presence. Do they really think anyone is a big enough idiot to believe that bullshit?
There's a tiny bit of merit to that and it's actually a safe method of getting attention. It's about a dime addage to a five dollar argument though. There's enough jackholes that are revving in mourning of their manhood that any defense they staple together is going to drown.
And it did. Any decent cop will know how to apply that law. It's the difference between someone clearing their throat and singing opera concertos.
Although I think it's too little too late for marty to buy some votes with this. It seems that this guy only knows when to come up with something that the PUBLIC wants when his back is itching.
Glad it's there, but I'm not scratching.
I don't suggest this sway anyone of you with foggy questions of who you're voting for mayor. I'm not going to be bought so easily.
This will end up as part of a campaign. Watch.
I'll take them all and ask for seconds.
Bless you, my fair skinned endlessly fire headed angels. Blond? Pah. You take too long in the mirror. Pale NATION!
(If there's someone here to take the male speckled ones side of this coin, roll with it.)
Wow, you just asked for a musicial opinion to people on the internet. I hope you're wearing more armor than the guy that picks up balls at the driving range.
It's pleasant enough but the song is a damn run on sentence. I had to sit through it for three minutes before anything happened at all. Just that riff, over and over and over.
I wouldn't want the program directors job at the edge. I wouldn't know what to do with a genre that's as dead as "nu-rock". Or what clear channel would approve of you putting on the air to replace it.
The hipsters are interesting enough at face value, until you start talking to them. Then you realized that all the effort they took into compiling pop culture past concepts fashion and the hair doos left them as neurotic little flavorless empty people. Rarely objective.
I always imagined them as little guppies in school of fish. Nervous of what everyone else is doing. Dependant of what everyone else is saying and doing. The anixety ironically tends to suck the love/fun out of most of the upper echelon art events that they gather around.
It's why I got out of santa fe. Sadly.
It's like being a decorative rebel house wife in angst fashion suburbia. Making sure you cut your fashion lawn like everyone else.
....but I still need to be instituationalized apparently.
I hope I get a spiffy patch for my "straight to sober land!" straight jacket.
......and it's usually for the food. Or the fact that they have a full coffee bar. No one (that I know of) will make me a coffee at a bar. Don't expect to snag a waitress when it's full. They have maybe two. But if you get the food, it's been good everytime I've been there. Oh, and it's moderately indie. It's an endangered species here. What's wrong with this city?
.....and homeboy at club 7 would still be up and running. With maybe a couple tickets to pay.
The judges are less "appaled" up there I guess. The guy seems a scumbag and most of the club owners downtown scoff when you bring up club 7, but I'm more concerned about how incredibly uptight this city is.
Did I wake up in the midwest? Should I warm up my "y'all"?