<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Smoothski on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/smoothski/</link><description>Recent content in Smoothski on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 17 Mar 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/smoothski/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Night Out</title><link>/stories/2006/03/17/a-night-out/</link><pubDate>Fri, 17 Mar 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/03/17/a-night-out/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;My phone goes, I answer and am
pleasantly surprised to find it is you. You ask me if I would like to meet you
at a bar tonight. I tell you that I would love to. You give me the address and
we say goodbye. I think of little else for the rest of the day and I rush to
catch a cab when I finish work.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I arrive at the bar and walk inside. It is
somehow darker, more mysterious than I had expected, lit with a neon glow. I
arrive to find you seated on a stool at the bar and I notice that you are
wearing your black rubber catsuit and stiletto heeled boots. I am even more
surprised to see that you are not alone, as on a stool next to you sits
another woman, dressed in a red rubber catsuit and boots to match.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>