April 10, 2005
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The Little Party That Could…
Poker night ended at around twelve, and mike
Pensively invited us to an upper west party, at the home of alex.
Plenty of Cheese, Bottles, and Jars.
(I don’t know why I was so snap happy on crap).
John drew a portrait of the hostess.
Louie and I laid down the foundations to a loving relationship.
While Alex cemented her master role by slapping some ass.
Denied the generalization that girls know within about fifteen seconds of meeting a guy whether they would sleep with him or not. (im not sure I believe this.)
So out of Alex’s we went, and into Jake’s Dillema, where I walked into a surprise blast from the past.
Lauren, from frosh year in clark 1.
Lauren was getting the last drink of the night with her roomie Liz.
John looks wasted. Liz also works in the Ad world, on the agency side at Grey.
John’s apparent drunkenness did not deter us from the pool table.
Where we went on a winning streak of four games, even taking on the old lady.