Meanwhile in a parallel universe…

I caught up with my clos­ets friends tonight, we had drinks and talked and had a good time.
We all meet up at Gilli­gans, the cock­tail bar above the Oxford Hotel at Tay­lor Square. Now, I know my friends well enough to know that invit­ing them to a pop­u­lar cock­tail bar would not be very well accept­ed (unless it was their idea to catch up *shrugs*). So I did my research, I went in a week before hand to see what the place was like on a Wednes­day evening, and found that is was almost dead, four, maybe five peo­ple in the place, no music play­ing at all. It was per­fect for my friends.
The light­ing is dark, the sofas are com­fy and the drinks where 2‑for‑1. So every­one real­ly liked it. They had all said it was a good idea, and were real­ly impressed at how well it all worked out.
I made a point of get­ting sev­er­al rounds of drinks for every­one, a small part of pay back for all the sup­port my friends had giv­en me over the last few months when my fini­cal sit­u­a­tion had not been as good.