Day 92: Good times

High times, hard times,
Sometimes the living is sweet.
And sometimes there’s nothing to eat.
But I always land on my feet.
So when there’s dry times
I wait for high times and then
I put on my best and I stick out my chest
and I’m off to the races again!
-Newsies

Tonite I had high times, at Hard Times, a popular restaurant up here. I've never been to one, despite walking by one every day on my way to work, and tonite I ate at one in Clarendon. And I just so happened to eat - and maybe have a drink with - my fellow Newsies fan, Ashley. Good hamburger, good fries, good talk, good friend, good times.