Dali TimeEvery now and then we like to meet somewhere that isn't the back room of an independent bookstore.Dali Time by venort
... Okay, I'm the first to admit that sentence probably requires a little explanation. "We" in this case means the Woodpulp Irregulars (a name that, I assure you, sounded much better at 3am after a little too much vodka), a book club; the independent bookstore is Woodpulp.
Except for once we're not there, so that part doesn't really matter. Once or twice a year, we try to eat out somewhere fancy, rather than ordering a few cheap pizzas-- and as such we were all in formalwear, sitting in a booth in Lacey's, the nicest restaurant in town that was still halfway cheap. Mike (Woodpulp's owner, still looking like he was training for a Samuel L. Jackson lookalike contest) and I were wearing our slightly ill-fitting suits; Eliška was wearing an elaborate, flowy dress that she claimed belonged to her mother, her white-blonde hair tied neatly back; Lockwood was wearing a rented suit-- and Anna