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Sasha this Friday night? I will be hard at work saving lives... Sorry to say I am a much bigger fan of the chicken strip over the chicken wing. Although I have no theory on the death of Jar Jar, I'm damn glad he's gone, the annoying bastard.

Admittedly, somewhat of a resemblance... Additional views?

Nope.

Weekend started, but also ended, early for me... Thursday: JZ @ Axis, danced like a madwoman and tried not to feel O-L-D amongst all the 20-year-olds. Friday: 360, then RISE...finally left at 5 am in order to escape small Greek man who wanted to whisk me away to Mykanos and make me his girlfriend. Saturday nite: Worked, thankfully all was quiet in the hospital. Sunday: Worked, watched movies, tried to keep from freezing to death.

I'm feeling you, Howie... Additionally, consider the fact that the bathroom lighting is quite poor...making it difficult to apply additional eye liner throughout the night. How about those hand driers at Axis though? Blow you clear across the room. Now that's a quality bathroom fixture.

Had another great time for myself at 360 last night and at RISE...Music all around was sooooo good. Feet still killing me today from dancing so much, well worth it. Sleepwalking through work right now...

In!

We are the Misfits, our songs are better... Ok fans, the Patron has been purchased. Where to bring it? Don't know if it will fit underneath my discocoat at 360.

I am She Ra. I will decide who gets anal next...so no sense debating it amongst yourselves.

Not the same one who tagged along to Avi's after Porterhouse @ Avalon?

It was nice to see the curls for a change. If you've got it, flaunt it...

Great meeting you Ingy...for the 2nd time, I guess? Great dancing, no doubt. I sweated off my buzz and was almost stone cold sober by 2 am! Thanks for saving me from all the MDM's (Men Dancing w/Men) on the dance floor...

Patience, my man...these things take time. First I must go through that requisite "my life almost falls apart in the process of becoming one of you" phase...

Yeah, werd... 2 am and Team Slouch is MIA. I looked behind all the curtains...nothing.

Before or after I work on Sunday? Lemme know...need time to prep. Tonight: 360, early for open bar...wonder if my girlfriend from last time will be there? Then RISE... Saturday: Working the 3-11:30 pm shift...here's hoping no patients die on my account. Say a prayer. Sunday: Refer to Flava's post.

Your thread is so lonely...little lonely thread all stickied at the top... I'll be there.

Wow, I beat you...how about that?

Yeah, thought you were coming...what happened? We'll miss you!

Absolute share...I (heart) sharing. I miss my Patron buddy...Jose?

Where should I bring this Patron? I also have one lime...

In! Can't wait...who wants Patron? I do, I do...

Nice graceful leap there...turning this into a thread about me...love it. You know I'm an attention whore, I mean, umm...

Or we could use mine...I just had them dry cleaned.

Fentanyl lollipop, what they give the little kiddies...it's where it's at.

Friday: Dispensed drugs at the hospital until almost midnight. Went home. Ate some ice cream. Slept. Saturday: Shared some quality birthday pink champagne at Mama's. In a room of four people, one shared my exact same birthday...wildness. Off to Underbar. Spent the first 30 minutes wandering the room trying to warm up and pondering the disappearance of Buck. Danced. Went to bathroom to fix make up. Danced. Made out with half the internationals in the VIP area. Danced. Admired Jose's sweater. Finally, went to bathroom and sat on floor of stall pondering my shiny disco pants from 1:51-1:59 am. Back to Mama's. Hung out and admired Vyto's biceps. Froze ass off walking back to my car around 4:30ish. Sunday: Slept. Eggs, coffee, donuts. Watched crappy movie. Drove up and down every street in East Boston. Slept.