One night in grad school I took a date out to a place called The Shadow Lounge. It was dark — it was very dark — but in a way that created atmosphere rather than blacked it out. We had a few overpriced drinks and she started getting her stuff together. I considered the night well spent and began rationalizing why it was cool that she was leaving.
“You live near here?” she said.
“Two minutes.”
“Show me.”
I knew then I was in for a fun night. Spoiler: I was. I really, really was.