Romancing the stone(d).
I'm at a hotel where I spent many, many nights in the dark paneled bar, drinking martinis till I was properly blind and rightfully stoned.
It's nostalgic because I taught my young daughter how to play poker there after we would go to Build a Bear. It's one of those hotel bars where you could just drink the hours away and make all sorts of plans about the future, none of which would come to fruition let alone be remembered the next morning.
I had to walk past it to get to the bathroom. I stopped and seriously had a major case of the "F its".
I'm outing myself to remain accountable.