Heather being put on the spot by Sarah. But she was amazing. Heather is at her most beautiful with her hair wiggly and in disarray, hands pushed into the pockets of tight blue jeans - a black tank top, wailing away into the microphone in dimly lit bar. A Baltimore night goddess.

was great - but somehow the evening left my tired and ready to go home.

The bartender was interesting. She was a true Baltimore woman. Tall and lithe and blonde and tattooed, and older the closer you looked. I caught her hand for a moment and she was calloused and strong.

The drive home led us afoul of many back streets. A little bit of alley hopping. The roads have changed since I worked at the Science Centre. You can never be LOST in Baltimore, but it took us a few miles to find 95. We bypassed crowd-filled streets and kittens, and have returned to the Lloydholme for movies and soup.