I remember putting on my favorite black wrap dress and feeling great as I looked in the mirror and put on my makeup. 

I remember meeting my friends at a favorite wine bar a few blocks off Hennepin Avenue. 

I remember talking about my job, a Social Distortion concert, and drinking glass after glass of Pinot Grigio. 

I remember growing more animated and talkative as the evening wore on. 

I remember feeling clever and funny. And sexy.

I remember laughing with my girlfriends in the bathroom and smoking a cigarette out on the sidewalk.

I remember a plan to head to The Turf Club and see a new band that City Pages wrote about.

I remember jumping in my friend’s Jeep and riding to Saint Paul.

I remember switching to beer. Or was it vodka 7s with a splash of grenadine?

I remember The Turf Club’s huge women’s bathroom.

I remember smoking a cigarette out on the sidewalk.

I remember drinking. A beer…or was it vodka 7s with a splash of grenadine?

I remember smoking a cigarette out on the sidewalk.

I remember another drink of something or other.

I remember smoking a cigarette out on the sidewalk and laughing with my friends.

I remember smoking a cigarette out on the sidewalk and laughing with my friends.

I remember smoking a cigarette out on the sidewalk and laughing with my friends.

I remember another drink of something or other.

I don’t remember much else of the night.

It was just another night.