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."
I am most interested in what lies at the intersection of those two sentences.
My fingers are crossed for you.
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