So I finally made it over to H St a/k/a the Atlas District last night with Phil, Ave and Will. It was pretty damn awesome. The bar we went to was super chill--it had about 5 people other than my friends in it, the drinks, while still pricey to this Midwesterner, were not ungodly, and they apparently have a Ninja Warrior happy hour. If you don't know the Ninja Warrior my friends, do yourself a favor and check it out. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ninja_Warrior
The place also had a slamming jukebox and we rocked it out to 70s southern rock pretty much all night. The bartender even gave us $5 to spend as he trusted our musical taste. Unfortunately, I had to go and break that trust by playing Journey. I couldn't help myself. I can't stop believing in Steve Perry's talent.
My last writing class is tonight, and I'm hard at work on revising an essay about my short time in Oxford. If I don't get booed out of the class, I'll post it soon.
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