On Saturday night, after spending an evening with the family celebrating the fact that my grandmother manged to reach the big 90, I felt like a night in town. It is a bit special to hit town in good old Gotham City since I don’t live here anymore and the fact that most of my friends here live the old-fashioned family life. There is the random few people who are still living the life that suits the long-lost me so I did have company over a couple of beers, yey!
On my way home I passed by the bar of my (kind of) youth, The Dancing Dingo, for old-time sake. As I walked around the corner and saw the line outside I was prepared to give up already there and go home and hit the sack, then I noticed the bouncer, same as it was in the past and I could get in a bit quicker, nice one. Inside I then find some of the old crowd, obviously they haven’t changed their habits and there was a nice little hugging party, it didn’t end there though. A beer later even more people showed up and more hugs, memories and laughs were shared.
It was a great mood improver, and even though changes are nice it is always nice with the things that never change! Perfect night!