time to dry out

this is an old picture of me from about 2000? it was taken by my friend eric weisbrod at a little bar in madison, wisconsin called Magnus. on certain nights a girl named joy would sing jazz standards and we would go there to listen and drink. eric had just gotten his camera i believe, and was looking for subjects to take interesting pictures. i can't say this one fills that criteria, but i was screwing around with the colorization of the photo.
i remember club magnus being incredibly pretentious, especially for a small wisconsian town. i remember caitlin ordering us a plate of cheeses from around the world. i still can't get one of those tastes out of my mouth. nevertheless, i would like to go back to madison some time, and visit all of the old haunts. magnus was a particular favorite, just because it was small, and near my house, and pretentious, and fun. it was quiet, save for the jazz, which was nice. it lacks a comparitor from my current residence. i'm sure there is one, but have not had the pleasure of coming upon it. i never would have found magnus, frankly, if caitlin hadn't suggested we try it one night. but i'm glad she did. i look back on those nights fondly. where i could sit and drink and write in my journal about the way i saw the world at that moment.