And then it was a really fun night.
We had tickets to a clambake, being held in a really dive-y bar. The makings for Really Fun Times were all over this plan.
The bar is located kitty-corner from The Christmas Story House. One of Cleveland’s Official Claims to Fame.
We ate clams and sang bad karaoke late into the evening. Met some new people. Laughed and drank and shimmied in our chairs.
On the way to the car we saw that most of the homes light up the streets with Electric Sex.
And all was right in the world.