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10/3/09: 1. Flea Market finds (new additions to my ‘family’ photos, jewels, and occupied Japan era silver box) 2. Quick workday 3. Bryants Cocktail Lounge 4.Personalized cocktail (dubbed the ‘Just You Wait’) 5. Having that brimming with emotion feeling…about life

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Bryants Cocktail Lounge 9th and Lapham in Milwaukee.

I’m not sure why I never came here before, because it fits so perfectly. Supremely classic cocktail bar, complete with vintage stereo system, wooden bar, crushed faux velvet and crackled bronze vinyl walls, and the most intelligent and eloquent bartenders.  Seriously, these men dressed in either white oxford/black vest/black trousers or full suit and hat, know their liquor. Possibly the only bar other than Foundation that knows how to make a Mai Tai and the only bar where you can request a personalized drink.  After our celebratory Mai Tais, Katie Candy ordered a flaming drink and I wanted something different, something new. In talking with my rather tall, rather handsome bartender I decided I wanted a drink with whiskey, sour not sweet, and possibly limes. He asked if I liked ginger, which I do oh so much, and away he went mixing and shaking. I was served a very tall yellow grapefruit colored drink, with the perfect amount of ginger and a whole lot of deliciousness. The ‘Just You Wait’ cocktail. Perfect.

Pictures of the beauty below (via)

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Two nights ago I dreamt I was at an incredible thrift store inside the old Wauwatosa public elementary school I took dance classes at. I was obsessed with these green glass mixing bowls and didn’t have money to get them. There was another lady who wanted them and also had no money on her. We decided whoever came back with money to pay for them could keep them.  I left with Katie K. to get money and we drove for what seemed like forever (the majority of the dream was us driving either to get money or back to the thrift store).  The anticipation of getting there was extreme.  I woke up before I could get back to the school/store.

Last night I dreamt I was redecorating a huge old house that was converted into offices. The ground floor had a moveable staircase that could be disconnected from the rest of the stairs. I was responsible for making sure employees on the higher floors didn’t try to use the stairs when the moveable ones weren’t set up.  I also was in charge of updating the signs. *this middle part was a blur* Then I was driving my dad’s truck (without a license) Katie K. was in the passenger seat and some guy with shaggy hair was in the back seat. The truck had a lot of my possessions in it. I believe I was slightly intoxicated while driving and was very nervous in anticipation of getting the truck back to my dad’s in one piece.  At one point it was just me in the truck and I kept stopping and moving some boots and a jacket a block up the street, walking back and driving up to them, then doing it all over again. I was on Greenfield Ave. I woke up before I got to my dad’s house.

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