Femi was DJing at this bar in Linden, so we decided to stop by. It was a nice bar (not as good as the Wich, but what is, really?). For some reason 99% of the people there were Eastern European, and they were all the best people ever...or maybe we were just feeling extra receptive to new people because drinks were so cheap (I spent $10 the entire night and I was in a lovely state). Anyways, some guy with the most Italian name I have ever heard outside of a movie (he claimed he worked for the FBI) was chatting up every girl in his line of vision and bought us tons of drinks and strange boys were handing me shots (sorry, mom), and everyone was having a great time. You would have loved it.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
last night...
...we drank this much:

Femi was DJing at this bar in Linden, so we decided to stop by. It was a nice bar (not as good as the Wich, but what is, really?). For some reason 99% of the people there were Eastern European, and they were all the best people ever...or maybe we were just feeling extra receptive to new people because drinks were so cheap (I spent $10 the entire night and I was in a lovely state). Anyways, some guy with the most Italian name I have ever heard outside of a movie (he claimed he worked for the FBI) was chatting up every girl in his line of vision and bought us tons of drinks and strange boys were handing me shots (sorry, mom), and everyone was having a great time. You would have loved it.
Femi was DJing at this bar in Linden, so we decided to stop by. It was a nice bar (not as good as the Wich, but what is, really?). For some reason 99% of the people there were Eastern European, and they were all the best people ever...or maybe we were just feeling extra receptive to new people because drinks were so cheap (I spent $10 the entire night and I was in a lovely state). Anyways, some guy with the most Italian name I have ever heard outside of a movie (he claimed he worked for the FBI) was chatting up every girl in his line of vision and bought us tons of drinks and strange boys were handing me shots (sorry, mom), and everyone was having a great time. You would have loved it.
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