New haunts around town!

Just got back from a lovely evening with my friend J. at the local speakeasy. This is surprisingly appropriate--I call him Jazz, and he calls me Esme. It's a weird inside thing--and absolutely perfect for a rainy Saturday night with little work to do and plenty of conversation to have.

The best part? Observing the other groups at tables and the bar, and decoding from their body language what the story was.

"That guy?" Jazz nodded at one point to a patron around our age, sitting the next table over. "He's involved with the girl. Has been for a long time. The boyfriend knows. See how he's sitting very close to her, but not interacting with her?...while the one across is smiling too much, holding his head too high, and can't take his eyes off her?"

Very fun, relaxing way to spend the night...but for now, bed.