OK, so that was fun.
*Not a real place, but it ought to be.
I was at the HRC yesterday. Lived on Advil and migas. Much better now.
And we are waiting for pictures. If none are forthcoming, then we will be forced to speculate as to what happened that night. . .
I was heavily chaperoned by four of my closest friends.
That said, they certainly didn’t protect me from the bartender and his amazingly potent Citron martinis.
That’s what friends are for: to allow you to get drunk, then they’ll put you in compromising situations.
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