East bay dating scene
We slithered into the long narrow cavern of Leadbetter's, where customers and band were smushed together in two straight lines like the girls in Madeline.
I cast my gaze in both directions but didn't end up dating either one of them. This past Saturday I had the honor of taking Strawberry on her first night on the town as a single woman.When I asked Strawberry to come along, she readily accepted.In fact, another friend had already suggested she go.We turned up dozens of hipsters barely over their acne, two drag queens named Ellen Degenerate and Miss Construed, a bunch of my students from the University of Baltimore, and, briefly, John Waters, but even the open-minded and dauntless Rainbow Bright could find nothing of concupiscent consequence. we finished the last of our vodka-sodas and called it a night. "Reminds me of France," commented Strawberry, but this apparently was not a good thing, as she took all of ninety seconds to case the joint and head for the door.Strawberry Shortcake is no Rainbow Bright, I would soon learn. I shot a longing glance over my shoulder at the blackboard describing the Cocktail du Jour, which had nine ingredients, seven of them alcoholic.
We stampeded through One-eyed Mikes, Kooper's, Duda's, Cat's Eye, and The Horse You Rode In On.