As We Were

I did an event last night at a cafe slash bar in Eastern Market called As You Are. It’s right around the corner from where Phase 1 used to be, DCs lesbian bar. But the neighborhood’s changed beyond recognition. The owner of the cafe, Jo, is a friend of mine from long, very long ago. We used to work at the same club, not at the same time. But she checked IDs on the same stool and worked the same cashbox and poured drinks behind the same bar. Now she owns a cafe. And I’m a fucking writer. It’s ridiculous.

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