without doubt, thursdays have brought me the most joy of any day. at least the past year. it's what happens when you harness the synergy of the holy cow, 1984, and bob's donuts.
yesterday was a special one. my quasi-regular thursday gang were celebrating a birthday. a thirtieth one at that. which means in addition to the regular round, r bar, amelie, and most importantly, the house of prime rib were part of the festivities.
never before, and perhaps never again, will someone have bottle service at the holy cow. anyone who lives in sf will understand. if that doesn't describe you, replace with the sweatiest, sleaziest, post-junior-college discotheque in your town, and you'll get the idea.
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