goddammit, no one else is awake

The past few days have been like living in a sitcom. Not that our lives aren't enough like a sitcom anyway, but some days are moreso in need of a laugh track than others.

Thursday: Not very sitcom-like except, well, we got to Contour and Dan, one of our bartender buddies, was back. He'd been on a six-week "hiatus," so everyone clapped when we saw him. And then they laughed when Steve and I asked for Jaeger bombs [for the unenlightened, that's Red Bull with a shot dropped in the glass]. And then the next morning when I woke up feeling shredded, the audience died laughing. Oh, also BP was there with one of his insane "girlfriends" and they left together.
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