All that gin...for nothing

I went to Double Happiness, my second-favorite bar last night to flirt outrageously with my favorite bartender. It's been a few months since I've been in, and I was horrified to see a strange boy behind the bar. Even more horrified to find out that he just didn't switch nights, he left his job. For three years I've gone to that bar and swooned over him. And now he's gone, with no forwarding address.

Anthony, I'll miss you.