The infamous, "Carly's Bistro," where every night is a celebration and every happenstance is an event.
Stop in just about any night and you are likely to find either M, myself, or both.
There are no accidents, here, my friend - only a nexus of possibility embedded in each moment.
Yes, life is truly a Cabaret, old chum. Just make sure you know which Act you're in when the curtain rises...
Is it singing and dancing?
Or Brown Shirts marching?