Thai Food and Showgirls.

Indulge me in a bit of foreshadowing. It was 83 degrees Fahrenheit last night as I headed homeways in the dark.

I flitted about yesterday evening, visiting here and there. With nothing much to do (how can you tell?) Birmingham is my oyster.

For whatever reasons, mainly because I pass through the area every day, I spend more time than I normally would around the University of Alabama Birmingham. This area is pretty much all recent construction, big modern apartment buildings and school buildings and hospitals.

I have been hanging my hat at the Black Market in Five Points. When I told Alexis this, she said, “Isn’t that a bit too much of a dive bar for you, Mr. King?”

Alexis has never been to Checkpoint Charlie’s.

I have not seen any rats run along the bar at the Black Market. Nor have I noticed rat droppings in the corners. Also, the restrooms at the Black Market are cleaner than the ones at Buc-ee’s.

A lot of restaurants and bars are closed on Mondays in Birmingham. I asked Justin to watch my things while I walked around the corner to see if the Thai restaurant was open. It was—-until 8:30PM.

I went back to the Black Market and yukked it up with Sophia, who is a preternatural blonde, until seven. Then, I ankled over to Surin West where I got a window seat.

The food was very good, if you are looking for a recommendation.

The service was excellent. Mercedes, the waitress, is Chilean by birth and she lived there until she was eight. Then, she grew up in a small town in Alabama. Now, she is living in the big city. She wears her hair in long black braids. She is twenty-five years old with her whole future ahead of her.

Now I will tell you how the night ended.