By 9:41pm, jackie o is well on her way. What happened to me... What happened to the days when 7 margs was a start and not a finish. More to come...
Update: Made it home safely that evening, but of course not without a few tequila shots, a visit to Suite (obviously on the wrong night) and well-deserved, tequila-centric hangover. How this translates into a restful weekend, I'll never know. But nevertheless, I press the repeat button every weekend like clockwork.
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