June and I chilled out at Timbre, drowning our sorrows with bitter lemon and ginger beer in 10 oz. high-ball glasses. Thankfully, the place doesn't serve desserts else we'd've wiped out their entire stock of ice-cream.

The beer was flat; the acoustic 2-piece band was um... youthful, needing to down treble and up bass a bit, and the music kinda' sweeter than I'm used to. But it was a restful evening, no need to engage either brain or muscle. Just hangin' out with friends, making idle chatter 'round the table, and alternating between critiquing the band and singing softly along with their music.

Thanks for the company, ppl.