so hunter and i just went to lunch together at the subway on congress in between 8th and 9th. as we were leaving i saw the neon "open" sign in the window of the palacio cigar lounge. i had never been in there before and wondered what it was like...thinking it was just a tobacco shop, or something. it's not.
it is this deep, posh space with nice carpet, leather couches, a bar. espresso. cigars. the only person in there was the owner (it's members only, by the way) and he let me come in and look. it felt scary and weird, though. like it was a front for something else. the owner was this kind of eastern european man, roly poly, bald, ogling. i am so glad that hunter was with me, because it's like how i feel that they make snuff films at the karaoke place, except this place was the kind of place that seemed like a front for a prostitution ring/den of sin kind of thing. if hunter wasn't with me i probably would have been kidnapped and forced into sexual slavery right there on congress. that's what was running through my head. so close to everyone, but so far away.
so, so far away.
anyway, hunter had a veggie sandwich for lunch, and i had the chicken parmesan sandwich. and some doritos.
hunter's response to this is as follows:
"lisa's description of the cigar place is pretty accurate. i must say, for all her alleged fear, it didn't stop her from going all the way to the back of the bar area in her investigation. i didn't it make it very far into the establishment. i stood near the owner guy near the front. as we were leaving, he asked lisa if she smoked and she said no and i think he said "that's too bad" or something like that."
he did say that, hunter! and it creeped me out...yeah, that's too bad you don't smoke because if you did it sure would be a lot easier to lure you in here by yourself and then trap you and throw you into the dungeon of sex slavery that exists behind that wall. that sound proof wall.
yeah, he totally said that.
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