It's rejuvenating to be considered meat in the market. The bar I went to last night was a quant little hole that I think I could learn to love. I met a friend from my escapades in Barcelona this summer and we partied as if we had never left the city. The band crowded the dance floor with cover songs that enthralled the women to grab my ass, grind against my body and do anything else they wished. Either that, or it was just crowded.