Friday night

Friday night I met some friends for dinner. We googled a place down town New Haven that was supposed to be fairly inexpensive and had a nice menu on line. We got there and guess what It did not exist. There was an Irish pub right next door the prices were good and the atmosphere okay, but the peeps were not interested in going inside. The five of us were standing outside the Irish place tossing out ideas and staring at the ground, when a woman who was standing up on some stairs behind us, in a bright blue dress wearing a long string of pearls tied in a knot, smoking a cigarette, stated, "It is difficult to court so many people isn't it." I agreed and then felt a little like Tiger Woods, and not as a golfer. We then walked around the corner and ended up eating at a large Japanese restaurant with good sushi and a comfortable ambiance. We followed are dinner by walking to a very hip looking bar and stopping at an art gallery along the way.
The hip club was really strange inside, it had recessed booths with tall walls all the way to the ceiling and cushions that looked liked giant corduroy, then long tables with glass tops filled with good looking city folks. On the ceiling was a painting of the night sky. The whole place reminded me of an 80's, movie interpretation, of the future. The hostess took my friends and I to a room she called the tea room, it was in the back of the club, private, and dark. It made me think of a war bunker or the private room of a strip club. The walls were made of piled sandstone on the bottom and were painted black on the top with sketched images of birds flying up above. The artistry of the place seemed to bring out a giddiness in all of us. The night ended in the basement of an Irish pub and a live band. The conversation was good and the company divine. I now need to rest.