Home. It was a great
Home. It was a great night. I thought Erica was going to meet us at The Big Easy, but she never showed up. Really, that was the only negative to the entire evening. We had drinks at Christopher's, Gingerman, and Baker St. Pub. We went to Mi Luna for ridiculous female entertainment. We went to the Gatsby social club for who knows what reason. Chilaquiles were really the only redeeming facet of the early morning extravaganza and even then Greg was ready to go home. All I really have to show for it is a broken CD and some corny feelings. Hmm...
Bullet points:
- fat man, dirty hands
- shorts
- red apple martinis down the hatch
- dirty martinis down the drain
- 2 Vespas
- Asshole John
- sheet rock(er)
What a night.
I know the chunky that ate that Chunky!
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