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ah, miami. the sherman girls turned twenty-one on friday with a flourish, never threatening to disappoint their eager fans. beer before liquor, never been sicker, but as page and El Bee would say, by that point we were all three sheets to the wind. from the fiesta we went onto Revolver, which was a fun enough club that i'd make the trip down there just for the Eighties Night, and just when our enthusiasm was beginning to taper and page's head was beginning to throb, the porno effect had the great suggestion that we get a midnight snack; 24-hour cuban restaurants rock. i vaguely remember sitting next to you in the diner, matt, and i apologize now for being a terrible conversationalist; it's just that from about the time we left j's house, i was only trying to keep my body from rejecting all the poison i drank, while trying like hell to stay awake. i clearly and vividly remember fatty passing out over the back of his chair, and then again passing out on top of the counter. man, just you wait until disorientation.
saturday was somewhat of a bust, as much of it was spent being hungover and feeling positive that i could vomit at anytime (which i didn't), but by 3 we were able to leave the hotel, and the rest of the day and night was mostly relaxing, although i do wish we could've spent more time with the natives. well, next time.
sunday can be summed up with the following assertions: "loaming" is NOT the sound a ewe makes, and "vuvular" has nothing to do with a vulva. therefore, page and brandon LOSE. also, Gwen, it is my personal conviction that you'd have had us all if we didn't know you had a broader vocabulary than any of us.
lastly. erin, if you were to email my AOL account with your number, it'd be swell. missyk84@aol.com
saturday was somewhat of a bust, as much of it was spent being hungover and feeling positive that i could vomit at anytime (which i didn't), but by 3 we were able to leave the hotel, and the rest of the day and night was mostly relaxing, although i do wish we could've spent more time with the natives. well, next time.
sunday can be summed up with the following assertions: "loaming" is NOT the sound a ewe makes, and "vuvular" has nothing to do with a vulva. therefore, page and brandon LOSE. also, Gwen, it is my personal conviction that you'd have had us all if we didn't know you had a broader vocabulary than any of us.
lastly. erin, if you were to email my AOL account with your number, it'd be swell. missyk84@aol.com