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January 01, 2004
2004
The Lad's non-party turned out to be a cracking good time, as you can see from the lesbians. Also, champagne! But I might have been an idiot. Happily, I spent most of the evening talking to Kati Vol, whose natural exuberance was perfectly matched by my garrulous drunkenness. I have no memory of our conversation, except that Sufis were involved. If only I had played my cards right, I could have had a happy groping experience to remember. As it is, all I have is a rain-stained jacket and severe dehydration.
In conclusion, here are Kati Vol and Jessica, ringing in the New Year. If you know what I mean.
Posted by didofoot at January 1, 2004 03:54 PM
Comments
Here here.
A good time was had by all, it seems. I enjoyed the chamapgne, the face-painting, the breast groping, and Ms. Larson's garrulous drunkenness. If being drunk makes people happy, and as talkative as I am when I'm sober, then I'm all for it.
Memories are quickly lost, but photos and hangovers are forever.
Posted by: kati at January 2, 2004 11:22 PM
sounds like a good party
Posted by: chambochae at January 3, 2004 02:57 PM
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