(I went to a speakeasy last night.)
...SHHHHH!!...
(It was very secretive. No neon signs. Just a doorbell on a faceless building.)
I said SHHHHHH!!
(Had a Pimms & Pomegranate. Was served by a man in a waistcoat.)
(Have I mentioned I love waistcoats?)
Oh yeah. SHHHHH!!!
(There was a chandelier. And reservations are made by text message.)
Do I need to say it again?
(It was fun. I'll be back. But you didn't hear that from me.)
-The GLS
PS: This is a true story, by the way. There's a speakeasy on Capitol Hill, and it's awesome. But I ain't telling you where it is, because I like to think I'm in on some sort of top secret knowledge that few Seattlites know. Which is probably untrue. But it's my birthday tomorrow; don't burst my bubble.
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