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Well, that was a show. I'm not sure exactly of what, but the lap dancing was mighty skilled. The cowboy hat, which was a nice touch, is still in my room. Also, I've woken up with hooker red toe-nails. I just survived twenty-hour hours of straight consciousness fueled only by airline candy. That I went to bed at five and am already awake is a feat of youth only. Every moment of last night was nice, dedicated to good people. With giving only three hours warning, I am frankly intimidated by how many people arrived, even if to only casually lounge entangled on my bed. (I think the best we got was ten, though I might have been very briefly eleven).
thank you to ian and andrew and chris and nicole and ray and dominique and ian and ethan and patrick and navi and evan and melissa and beth and mike and brian and patti and matthew and tristan and karen and shane and angus and tyler and sophie and james
disclaimer: they may well have been more people
thank you to ian and andrew and chris and nicole and ray and dominique and ian and ethan and patrick and navi and evan and melissa and beth and mike and brian and patti and matthew and tristan and karen and shane and angus and tyler and sophie and james
disclaimer: they may well have been more people
