Saturday night was my brother's birthday party. He rented out SoMa from 8 until 10, and after that it was open to the public as well. It's a tiny little bar in Philly. The music got progressively louder as the night went on, and the cigarette smoke accumulated. Hmmmmm - crowded, stuffy, and lots of alcohol. Sounds like my idea of hell. The music wasn't too bad, though. There were quite a few attractive women there, but they all seemed to be with someone. My dad tried to play matchmaker for me, and brought over a single woman (as far as I know). However, it was almost impossible to carry on a conversation in there. She was nice, though. The last book that she read was a Prayer For Owen Meany, which earned her points with me.
I went home on the 12:10 train, and got some troubled sleep. Off to work for 15 and a half hours...
