I spent part of yesterday evening at Modesto with some of the knitty girls for happy hour and tapas.
While we were there, we couldn’t help but notice that the lighting was a bit similar to, um, something.
Of course, all I had handy to snap a picture was my cameraphone. But even though it’s a bit fuzzy I think you’ll see what we mean.
That’s right, people – phallic lighting. It’s a nicer place to dine in St. Louis, so I wonder if that’s really the look they were going for.
Other than the inappropriate lighting, we had fun hanging out and chatting about, well, everything.