Back to the Capitol

Weather: cold, cold, cold – but a tiny bit of light left as we walked to the Capitol Club.
Attendance: The 4 and special guest Allison, a 6th grade teacher at Jerry and Robin’s school
Drinks: Beers, vodkas, bourbons and gins.
The Venue: So, the owners of 1 year ago sold to another owner who took over last week. They have not changed the interior, which is good. They have cut down the happy hour menu of drinks, which is slightly bad. They now have a Spanish food menu which may be good or bad, and they have a whole new staff which sucks because we miss Amber and the regular bartender girl. Our new waitress was eager and bubbly, though slightly clueless about waitressing it seemed, and a second waitress was dressed like one of the cast members of Rent, Mandy pointed out. We are all still skeptical but relieved they didn’t mess things up with a bad re-model.
Dishin’ Dirt: Mandy posed a social dilemma that we really needed Sarah to solve. The long short: a bitch at work that is always a bitch to Mandy is somewhat friendly with another friendly friend at work, got me? The friendly friend wants the 4 of them: Wendy, Mandy, friendly friend and bitch woman to get together for dinner or something. Mandy not only does not like bitch woman but thinks she is a do nothing bad teacher and wants out. Always kind Wendy figures, hell I like going out to dinner, can’t be that bad. Allison became Mandy’s instant friend by telling her to ditch the bitch dinner and figure out a way to get her ass dumped as a teacher to save the students.
Allison told us of her own wish to ditch the ass of a teacher she is teaming with because he does nothing and is too mean to Allison. Mandy and Allison had a lot to bond over.
Your advise for Mandy?
If I Had a Hammer: We left the Capitol Club somewhat early so Mandy and Wendy could help Jerry hang a beautiful new (and first) piece of framed art. It is a gorgeous print of Edward Hopper’s “New York Movie” and it was expertly hung by Wendy and Mandy. Yes, I am too lame to hang a picture . . . which is not a surprise at all, is it?