friday bar at DIS means well-deserved beers, getting hair french-braided by nico after work. biding time in garden alcoves at christiania with bryn and joe; picnic table silliness, serious doctor ruth session. attempts at black diamond were thwarted by stampede of danish freshmen, fences, uncooperative staff who wouldn't let us sneak in through the backdoor. fuckers.
cosy at an unprecedentedly early eight o'clock. free sommersbys and finger sandwiches make for excellent hobo dinner, munchmunch. bryn pussying out early leaves joe and me unpatrolled, uncontrolled: drunken quest for meat town's finest results in sneaking in tallboys, dancing to dubstep at bakken, papers from the dj, smoking on a loading dock, blackout shawarma, wait, what?
spent saturday afternoon recuperating, finishing up khaki pants, shopping for bobbypins, bacon and eggs. pregame at emma's leads to party at emma's leads to killing a fifth of whiskey is a fantastic way to start an evening. throwing moves at jolene, when interns attack, photos in a bathroom i don't remember pissing in, tom cruisin' up a couch, dancing on a table until closing. two cheers for making it home alive.
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