these three day weekends always throw me off. i keep thinking it's monday. but if i manage to remember the day of the week when i get off work this afternoon, i'll be at drinking liberally: tangier, 18th and lombard, 6 p.m. until later.
and unless she lied to me, our group will host a very special guest, charo. not to mention the usual assortment of regulars who are not in utrecht.
