A particularly good friend of mine came to town on Wednesday for the Iron Maiden concert, but ended up not going due to a whole bunch of circumstances that are straight out of the worst of soap operas. This culminated in myself and friend Cyraxis taking her out in the Italian district at about 2am for something to eat while she freaked out about catching a 6am flight in an attempt to get back home even faster than her previous travel arrangements, blowing a rather large wad of cash in the process… as opposed to blowing me, goddamnit!

Anyway, the place we ended up in happened to do milkshakes and serve booze. (more…)