as a matter of fact i got it now

i can't wait till the weekend. i'm thinking cocktails by day (bondi, how i miss thee) and cocktails by night.

oh, on that note, i am adding here that the judgement bar is the new gaslight is the new jbar is the newer jbar is the....

anyway, we are moving onwards and upwards. away from the social tides, washing us in and out of these establishments, what ever way the new smoking rules or big brother tides carry us. i want dry land. COME!!! i see it ahead, just past that puddle of vodka, and stream of (once was) beer (now fluro yellow strem from mans pants)......

alas, i do not know the name of this new land of booze,
1.without the D grade socialites like myself.

2.where one can go into the powder room without having to wade through a haze of white dreams (i would be fine with this crack house haze if people were more generous!)

3.where a simple bacardi squash and pineapple doesnt cost $8.00 because the bar maid claims she must open two fruit juice bottles for this exotic bev.

4.where pulp doesnt blare out of the jukebox so many times that i start cursing all the common people, coz hell! I LOVE THE COMMON PEOPLE!!!

so prey thee, tell me, where oh where is this paradise, this haven, this kokomo.

once was the jbar, then the gaslight, the jbar, the gaslight, the jbar, the jbar? where oh where is the new beloved jbar???