Looks as if I'll be hitting Third Edition alone this evening. Dateless, I'll be free to move about on my own schedule. I might take a nighttime stroll over to Georgetown's campus after I leave Thirds. Tonight, the plan is to arrive about midnight and to stay at the bar until about 2AM—or until I can no longer stand the bacchanalian atmosphere. My brother warns me that tonight will be a madhouse. Last hurrah, and all that. Perhaps I'll catch some interesting vomit photos. Or find the woman of my dreams.
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Sunday, March 17, 2013
going stag
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"Perhaps I'll catch some interesting vomit photos. Or find the woman of my dreams."
ReplyDeleteI am most interested in what lies at the intersection of those two sentences.
My fingers are crossed for you.