Busybody
June 5, 2005
I went to Pickles last night—God, I hate saying the name of that place—and Mick was gone but there was another ‘tender in that I hadn’t met before. Everyone at that place is ridiculously friendly. So I keep going, despite the name.
More freelance projects taking up my weekend. It could be worse.
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I know not this “pickles” you speak of.
It’s Pickles Pub, on Washington across from Camden Yards. It’s where I met my first off-line fan a couple of months back. I went there my first night in my new apartment in Baltimore, and because I’m loyal like that, I basically haven’t been to another bar since.