this is of course the txt i get from Gracie on Friday afternoon....a quick call to Izzy and we were on our way to Ru Sans..this would seem to be a normal start to a normal afternoon of sushi and conversation..
but not to those who know how to steer the FailBoat out of the safe harbors and into the drunken maelstrom...
Gracie was hungover from the night before, so we did the only thing we know to cure that...we all kept ordering Sake till we were hammered..then wandered into Target for slip and slides and then headed over to Whitneys house where we destroyed ourselves bouncing around like idiots in a pool made for kids..
oh, then i went to work...
Fast Forward to the hurricane on Saturday..power goes out all along parts of the city, MJQ and the Local were out till 1:45am...no power, no cold beer, no sound system, no Nightclub....
OMG...Saturday night off?!?!? Schweet!!..('cept that whole not making money part)
Drinking, Drinking, running around, umm..its kinda hazy..i think i tried to write that night but could not work a keyboard...
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