June 21, 2003: More from Thursday
The Gothamist-601am Happy hour was a resounding success. Unfortunately, as I six cosmopolitans without eating dinner, I remember only about fifteen minutes worth of the festivities. Strangely, later that night, when I found myself collapsed, face against the side of a not too-sparkling toilet, I had the distinct impression that I had, indeed, eaten dinner. Lo-and-behold, when I consulted the pictures the next morning, I found one that must have been taken inside of the pizza place on the corner of Essex and Delancey. It must have been there that I got the meat pies that haunted me for the next two days.
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Oooh - I have the twin to that picture at the top. I'll post it later.
I definately remember you eating the meat pies and commenting on how wary I always was of those things....guess my wariness was justified!
Remember: I am not a girl.
in my dreams, you will always be a woman! i'm starting to suspect that heiferman might also be a girl. don't tell anyone!
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