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<< Feb 15, 2005 @ 04:05 >>

I celebrated my very first, but certainly not my last, St. Valentine's Day Massacre Day with Christy. We definitely were not celebrating that stupid holiday invented by the greeting card industry. We definitely were celebrating the mass murder in Chicago on February 14, 1929.

I put on a pin-striped suit. Christy wore a dress, flapper beads, and had a short, wavy hair style that captured the era dead-on. Amazing. We went to Nye's, which is a 20s/30s era bar where mobster types used to mingle. An ideal setting. I drank a rusty nail while she sang standards at the piano. She doesn't know it, but she has a vocal talent that is outstanding. Even the guy running the show and playing the music on the piano was impressed, so much so that he gave her his card and basically begged her to come sing with him at his various bookings and engagements.

Then we killed everyone in the bar.

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February 15, 2005 @ 11:12:28

cmonster.pngChristy (monster)

Aww... Thank you. You're far too kind. :)

February 15, 2005 @ 12:00:06

muffin.pngxz (#1006)

damn. i wish i had read this post before i suggested to my fiancee that we spend v-day at the grocery store fighting about tortillas.

shooting up a bar sounds like much more fun.

February 15, 2005 @ 14:52:58

marilyn.pngsith33 (#999)

Hmm.. anything to get in her pants I suppose, eh Zach?

February 15, 2005 @ 17:24:51

cmonster.pngChristy (monster)


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