Go 10
Name: Mark
Age: 32
Height: 6’
Bar Locale: West Village (note: when navigating the ‘off-the-grid’ sector of town in evening hours provide an ample cushion of time in which to circle aimlessly in a lost and disoriented fashion).
A note on food: Typically these dates are beverage only affairs (see Nugget commentary) however this turned into a meal production. Which was in effect spinach gnocchi deliciousness and an appetizer of cheese (one can never EVER go wrong with cheese) and tomato (which I presumed to be salmonellaness - so far, so good).
Time expended: 2 hours
Speech quirk: Mark enjoys talking in the third person. In reference to why he goes into work on weekends, “I just need to get in some Mark time.”
Alcohol units consumed: 2. Noteworthy, the establishment did not upsell their wine. Had they I easily could have downed 5 units as food negates that level of toxicity which inevitably causes classless slurrage. Also noteworthy, Mark never got his order of tirimusu and I quote, “Mark is not happy about this.”
Of special mention: I did not vomit before this date. That in and of itself is high-five worthy, although the effects of the speculative tomatoes have yet to come to fruition.
