Two green apple martinis, as ordered by two redheads (methinks they doth thinketh aliketh), with ice and without. I observed this from the relative safety of a draft Newcastle and pondered the synchronicity.
We discussed the recent past, lingered briefly on the present, and delved into the future. Such is the effect of the cause. The mighty and the meek of Washington DC bustled about us, commuting between bar and bathroom, while the punishing beat of disco throbbed from overhead speakers.
I'm not sure if we made good progress in drawing out future plans that night, but I WAS brandishing a DVD copy of Roman Polanski's Fearless Vampire Killers when I got home. That must count for something.