Thursday night. Ladies night. Actually, I'm pretty sure The Improv didn't have any drink specials going on, but I was there with my ladies nonetheless, knocking back the booze like it was going out of style (Bonus: my drink came in a souvenir glass--boo ya!). There were four of us altogether; three of us had birthdays in October, and the one who didn't bought the tickets so we could all celebrate. Anywho, we were waiting for The Untamed Shrews show (which, by the way, was very funny; very naughty but very funny) to begin, and I guess to make the wait less painful, The Improv had music pumping softly through the house speakers (although how any sort of wait could be considered painful with the presence of alcohol is beyond me). The music that was being played was the sort of run-of-the-mill crap you'd expect: Elton John, Fleetwood Mac, John Mellencamp, blah blah blah. And then my ears, which are fine-tuned to pick up anything Journey-related, caught the unmistakable melody of "Escape." Excited to be out on the town with my friends, excited to be drinking, and excited to hear one of Journey's lesser-played songs out in public, I exclaimed, "Hey! They're playing Journey!" I was met with a chorus of polite sentiments like, "Oh, that's cool," but I could tell they didn't give two shits. But they're good friends. They understand my, um, healthy appreciation of Journey, and they were nice enough to pretend like they cared. And I can drink to that.