Howling At The Moon
On Saturday night, we were singing our hearts out at a bar down in the city. A friend of ours, Steve, has been telling us about this bar for a while now, and it always sounded like a great place, so when another friend decided this was the place for her birthday, I think we were about the first people to sign up. If you read Lorraine's blog, you will note that so far, we have been less than impressed with the night life here. Due to the fact that they live so far away from each other, people quite often go home at around 9pm, no matter what night of the week it is, although the couple of house parties we have had have been much later attended. Additionally, when the Sox were in the World Series, we were both very surprised by how quiet the local bars here were, especially given that it had been almost a century since their last world series! Well, Howl At The Moon was the atmosphere we have been missing from home. We arrived around 7pm, and the place was already jumping. We felt a...