Instead of annoying each other with the obligatory presents at Christmas, every year a group of us head out on a night of drunken bacchanalia. This year was wonderful. We started at the Velvet Tango Room, a true “grown-up” bar that we had been meaning to include previously but failed. We will be back. It is nice to actually go into a bar just makes classic drinks, correctly–a rarity in Northeast Ohio’s bar culture of clever drinks that just end up being noxioius mint-chocolate-bacon-celery-tinis and the like.

Then we adjourned to the Greenhouse for overeating. And then… back to the Velvet Tango Room. Thankfully the woman deemed herself to be the designated driver leaving me in the role as the lush. I did not dissapoint.

So as we drove home I randomly shot pictures and, actually, I like a couple of them. The Lakeshore power plant looks ghoulish, eh?