As it turns out The Riddler (bubbly and tater tot waffles, ya bish) isn't open on Monday evenings so Dan and I skipped on down Hayes Street to peep the patio at Anina instead and after two old fashions each which were purchased using Dan's corporate credit card (werk dranks, queen) we headed back up Hayes to Noir Lounge for a beer (okay fine two), a pizza and a plate of whipped potato tots and then I walked home and convinced B to drive me to the Micky D's on Fillmore for additional servings of terrible for you but also terribly delicious deep fried shiz and when we returned home I wrapped up Less by Andrew Sean Greer in Sidney's window-facing swivel chair while lightning bolts assaulted the night sky in front of me.