Pussy Galore sings Édith Piaf songs on the karaoke machine as I enter the Bistro. Topaz, CC, Fee, ILC, Sup and many others pull hairs from the birthday cake, then Topaz blows out the candles. I send a bottle of the Bistro's finest Champagne to their table.
After pouring a glass of Stolichnaya, I join the Bistro cats in a game of poker. Two hours later, my wallet is empty, but "Lil Piratey Varmint" lends me cab fair for my trip home. Cheers to Topaz and everyone else.
"The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths."
Last edited by Mike Bulgakov; 01-06-2009 at 12:28 PM.