Plans changed, somewhat. Drinks and dinner were at Harry's Roadhouse, then a quest for a tattoo parlor ensued (not for me, truly), which was fruitless (tattoo parlor closed at 9 on a Friday night ---- good sign or bad sign?), so we regrouped and had to go to the Dragon for a manhattan, a cosmo, and the Yellow Pages. Lo, we found another tattoo parlor, which I thought I could nose our way to. Well, it's pretty dark here, especially on the fringes of town, and I didn't get actually lost, but let's just say I was misplaced for a few miles. Mind you, the friend I was "leading" has lived here for only a year, so we were pretty much living the blind parable. Eventually (with the calm telephone support of MCR who was in New York last night), I found my way back to civilization, whereupon my friend and I decided her tattoo wasn't meant to be last night, and we both took a rain check. We had fun, though. But I want to retrace my steps in the daylight and find out just where I went astray....
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