Holy shit, last night was a blur. I don't think that I am going to drink like that again. Jeff told me today that I was discussing politics with some guy at the bar and I yelled "Clinton/Bush Administration. Clinton was the shit. Fight The Powers that be!" Then I proceeded to rap Public Enemy's "Fight the Power." What the hell. I am still hung over, and it is 24 hours later. Those Nordeast bars make some fucking stiff drinks. Damn. Other highlights were Jeff hucking snowballs at a party bus that wouldn't let us on, our cabbie telling us how he likes "dykes" and "Viagra," and going to the 22 Club and seeing the most disgusting stripper ever. Having never been to a strip club, I wasn't prepared to see a nasty 30 year old dance with all the lights on. Just disturbing. Jeff said that he was more interested in looking at me than the stripper. Then Christian and I wound up at Dennys and I think I pissed off our waiter by telling Christian to "smoke a couple of fags" in front of the guy who was obviously gay. Lapse of judgment. Good night though, good night.
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