Sunday, June 13, 2004

Last night, I got drunk very fast, before even leaving my apartment to head off to BoysRoom with a ragtag band of friends. Once off the subway, we sprinted there to at least get in a free drink before the open bar closed. All of us got two drinks, one for each hand, and I don't know about everyone else, but this made me way smashed. And I remember dancing to a Cure song, to lots of bad house music, to giving a go-go boy head in front of everyone, including my friends (which I do have a little shame about this morning), and then received head from some random boy in the basement. And yes, that is all I wanted from my birthday, to get drunk, dance, and act slutty. Check. Check. Check.

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