Punch

I spent the evening with C at a cozy little rooftop bar called Mr. Punch instead of yin yoga class. She pulled out her bat signal and wanted someone to talk to. With her, I'm guaranteed good company and good conversation, and so it didn't matter that it was Valentine's Day and we were both without dates or significant others. (Or maybe because it's punched me in the face many times over and I'm so numb that I can't feel another blow. Ouch.)