Before, Manray was a place to hang with poly people and gaze at Goth gear and fine, foxy Goth ladies. Now, I just take my frustrations (about the day's work) at the pool table, occasionally with a regular. Don't know her real name, but for now I'll call her 8BallCorset because she's a pool huslter in a lovely red corset. Came close to beating her (went down to the last shot). Oh well. Lots of dancing, but I must get ready for work and B5 Wars Campaign.
QUestioner is in town. Should get together with her before she leaves for SF on a more permanent basis.