Mission PutSomeUtzpahIntoSocialLife: Accomplished.

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Friday night was great. The girls and I headed into la ciudad on what seemed to be the slowest moving LIRR train ever. We then went uptown, saw Tony Danza in Columbus Circle, and went for dinner at Cancun. The margaritas were wonderful. The food was wonderful (although very VERY filling and agata provoking). The shots (one tequila, one "blow job") that our party of five received from a gentleman at the bar were wonderful. After realizing that we were sufficiently drunk, we headed over to Lincoln Center to say hi to Mark. It was good to chat with him for a while. We really wanted to go dancing, but couldn't find anywhere to go so we settled for a bar over by Lincoln Center. It was a good time - a few more drinks and some socializing with WAYout-of-towners. I just remembered this morning that I saw Craig Bileleau (sp?) there, which was very odd. Then we took a cab back to Penn Station but the LIRR departure times didn't match the times I had looked up online earlier in the day, so we were going to have to stick around Penn for almost two hours. I guess I called my dad to tell him I'd be home much later, and he was like I'll come get you guys. So within twenty-five minutes PapaD pulled up in front of Penn Station and we went home. The car ride home is very blurry, and I'm still not exactly sure how everything happened the way it did. But it was a hot night.
Yesterday I journeyed to Princeton with the familia to pick up Laura at musical theatre camp and watch the revue the campers put together. It was somewhat enjoyable. She should have had a solo because she is about four million times better a singer than I will ever be. The girls who did have solos sucked some major ass. But yeah. We got home just in time for Six Feet Under. That show is so fucked up, and I love it.

I'm not a philosopher.

I also wonder if that made any sense at all.