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No little jokes, high-concept themes or crass, probably untrue insinuations about Deborah's sexual proclivities this week, kids. You're going to want to actually read the following paragraph instead of copying the address and instantly deleting the rest. I know you all so well.
Notice that we visited Fat Black Pussycat a mere six months ago--for bars other than the Crow, that's generally a PNono. But they've got a deal going this month that piqued our interest. With a coupon (the triumvirate will have copies), drinks on our tab will be half price from 8 pm on. You know--those huge luscious mixed drinks that we have to try very hard not to spill all over ourselves and make a big sticky mess, now for four bucks instead of eight? I don't think I'd mind doubling my consumption of those.
C'mon and join us this week as we travel back in time to September '04. It'll be a tough adjustment but so worth it.
See you there!
-Mike and the Triumvirate