tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217233.post633079016788080027..comments2023-12-17T23:44:41.675-08:00Comments on A Case of Myth-Taken Identity: Deccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04515274049604839002noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5217233.post-73945198114902598892009-03-30T12:48:00.000-07:002009-03-30T12:48:00.000-07:00Ah, an ode to Lyons. Never thought I'd read that, ...Ah, an ode to Lyons. Never thought I'd read that, but now that I have, I have to agree with you.<BR/><BR/>That place was uniquely gnarly and memorable. It's where I smoked my first (and last) cigarette while I was acting like a grown-up in the smoking section at 3am with my friends and their *older* boyfriends. <BR/><BR/>I don't remember exactly what I used to order, but I know it was greasy, salty and likely fries or mozzarella sticks. <BR/><BR/>We'd just sit in one of those plastic booths and drink soda or shakes until they made us leave.<BR/><BR/>We were SO cool, you know ;)FinnyKnitshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08813175777047535103noreply@blogger.com