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say it again, but with more emphasis. at The Hole In The Wall the bartender is flirty, but it's only 10:30. what i'm going to do, keep drinking till he gets off work and go home with him? cannot do that with my infamous two drink limit. i'm as talkative as i can be in a loud bar filled with butch daddies and their friends. what doesn't happen in the bathroom is what really makes it a memorable evening. let's just say the lock didn't work and if that daddy had walked in five seconds earlier i would have screamed. but i wouldn't really have cared. that's my new thing, i don't care. don't give a fuck. at the Powerhouse, it's really dead, slightly disappointing, but i can't tolerate it any other way. i don't get carded. that's a first. since i'm devoid of expectations, it's kinda fun. drunk guy carrying around a big-dicked Ken doll wants to kiss me, but i keep walking. i play pinball instead.