So first thing last Friday night, we stop at Energy. Now Fridays at Energy is that lesbian night with DJ Red that used to do rather well, and has now just fallen into obscurity thanks to a series of incompetencies and an overpriced cover charge. But that didn’t stop us — we got there and immediately gave our business to two of those cigarette girls that roam around asking for ID’s, presumably for the purpose of gathering consumer info. We don’t smoke, so gave the two packs of Camels we got to friends — we’re humanitarians after all.

Anyway, the night having fallen into obscurity like we said, we decided to abscond with Energy owner, Tommy, and a couple others to Union/Eagle to see Jackie Collins take the stage. Girlfriend had spend Friday evening rushing around so didn’t even get on the stage until 12:30a (then had to deal with mic issues that half deafened the whole bar), once Elle and Ada showed up, it was time to terrorize Dark Lady for a while.

Now we don’t always take that downtown route through the alleys between Eagle and Dark Lady, so we weren’t aware that there are locked fences in random places and that you can get caught in parking areas. forcing you to have to backtrack — we just had assumed that Elle and Ada knew Providence’s back-alley topography better than anyone and wouldn’t lead us astray.

Not to be kept from our drinks at Dark Lady for one unnecessary second, we quickly scaled the fence in our Pumas — only to turn around and see Elle and Ada looking at us cock-eyed with hands on hips still on the other side of the fence. With a little coaxing though, we managed to almost surgically negotiate their pumps and miniskirts over the spike-topped gate in a series of movements that could have put someone’s eye or fake vagina out.

Moving on, Dark Lady and Mirabar did their thing — the two weekend Mirabar DJ’s having switched nights for the weekend, and the rest is history.

Cut to afterhours with Bomb Dome, who stole a Super-Soaker (classy lady) from a neighbor’s lawn and allowed us to shoot it from a friend’s car repeatedly as we drove down Atwells. Well what did you expect was going to happen on a Friday?