On Saturday night we went to the Double Door and there was this AWFUL band there called Synge. Well, we got to Clark's for breakfast and who should walk in but the lead singer of the band (still wearing mascara which I can only presume was still on from the night before...) with a little posse of hangers-on. We were going to find the crappiest thing on the menu and have it sent to his table but in the end we decided to keep the ridicule confined to just the three of us. And the waitress.
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