Once upon a time, Alanis Morissette sang about ironic things.
It wasn’t anyone we know’s wedding day, but last night, some companions of mine and I visited the Elephant Room, which, if you don’t know, is located in a basement cellar and has live jazz every single night of the week.
We arrived around 10 p.m. We left around 1 a.m. Basically, the world looked like some Will Smith/ I Am Legend shit when we got out. We were buzzed and confused. And it looked like the trees of Austin threw up everywhere.
Which brings me to my next point. We were safe drinking away at a jazz bar in a basement during a “tornado.”
Isn’t it ironic? Don’t you think?
I have posted a picture of some of my apt. damage to our lovely Flickr (let us know if you want to submit yours for display).
Elephant Room: the place to booze during inclement weather.