It wasn't summer, so I knew that wasn't it. I looked at Cathy. I heard you the first time, sugar hips. She knew from the tone of my voice that I was in no mood for games. Let's go in.
Flips is a trendy restaurant on lower Greenville.
Its one of those places with no identifiable ambiance, but is frequented by the elite of the city. Ponytails dangled from the backs of the waiter's heads like confetti streamers in a Carnival cruise ad. I felt trapped. We went to the bar to await the rest of the party. Flips boasts a large beer list, so I decided to try to blend in with the crowd by ordering a strange beer that nobody ever really drinks except at a place like this.