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.