What a perfect evening. More rejuvenating than a week off work, I'd hazard. No green beer or green shooters, thank you. Just plenty of Heineken and random shooters. And a beautiful [albeit silly], long music snob conversation. I have not had a decent one of those in... too long. There was some good, solid music-geeking-out happening and I think I was in heaven. Stumbling home somewhere near five, curling up on the floor to dreams that merely continued the evening into pure bliss.
The right kind of people melt my heart with one word.
'And... Sloan.'
'Okay, NOW you're my hero!'