StopSpot
Emmett and I decided we should check out Space 550 since a few guys from work said they were going to be there. We were late into the city and the traffic was uncooperative, so we opted to go to StopSpot, rather than pay the fifteen bucks to get into 550.
Sally showed up, with her friend David. The music was good, the crowd was rather small, but I managed to get my groove on somewhat, although I felt quite unbalanced (I was not wearing my usual boots). At one point, I looked around and spotted Emmett at the bar. I saw the bar owner move his arm, Emmett rear back, and started to think they were arguing or something.
I went up to check on Emmett and he was drinking with the bar owner and talking to this delightful thing named Gwen, or something. I danced a bit more, but eventually, I decided I’d better save my energy.