I stumbled drunkenly into my house after a miserable date that took place on a rainy night at a bar on the Lower East Side.  It was a cool enough place for two people to get to know each other.  It smelled of spilled drinks, desperation, and poor decision making, and I came home covered in two of the three.  The DJ played a solid mix of throwbacks, so the vibe was chill, despite the growing crowd.  The company; however, was questionable at best.