B: Our great friend CB was ready and rearing for a good time, and it was our duty to show that to her. In fact, we were all jonesing for fun, as dancing had not been the priority for many moons. Somehow we ended up at Bogarts where we were ushered into that room to the left of the door, where it was to be hip-hop night or something. Frumpy-faced, yet stylish, 20-somethings crowded the walls and mingled on the dancefloor, though the beats were enticing. We smiled at them all, but only the bartender smiled back. Thankfully, we found a wonderful spot up away from everyone on the scaffolds, where we proceeded to boogie down to some very decent dj-ing. We were mostly left alone except for some drunk guy who kept coming over to pat M's fuzzy head and try to talk slurringly over the music. We tried to make him stop patting and talking and dance, but it was obvious once he started moving that he was there for something other than that. I don't remember a lot more, except that there was karaoke next door and that we left that evening quite sated.
It seems this was a special event, and we have been reminiscing about our lovely evening at Bogarts ever since.
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