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Let's Do the Reality Warp Again

Having successfully picked Jackie up, I drove us to Skinny’s for their weekly 80’s night. The bar was on a street with lights almost at every corner. Unsurprisingly enough, they never turned red—yellow, maybe, but it was as if someone had a remote control.

When we got there, there were a few folks milling about and smoking at the corner of the block—thank goodness smoking was banned indoors. Skinny’s had a parking lot, a simple affair blocked out by chain-link fencing. It was watched over by two guys collecting a parking fee, but once Jackie stuck her hand out the window to wave at the one on her side, we were allowed past without having to pay. It was the same with the bouncers at the door—no ID, no cover charge.

It was around 9 PM when we stepped inside. Depeche Mode’s “Strangelove” was playing overhead. Jackie was clearly a regular, and reached behind her to grab my hand as she touched base with a number of people, from the door to the bar counter. She even introduced me to a couple of them.

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