9.22.2001
Last night I was high on life. The beer may have helped but it was mostly because of all my friends being together (most of them at least). We took over the bar and put 5 mismatched tables together and covered it with pitchers of beer and frosty mugs and the occasional round of food. The tables ears must have bleed from all the conversations it overheard full of gossip and razor sharp wit. And the table rejoiced when our friends band played demanding respect from the audience during an acapella rendition of Bootylicious.
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