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For those who've forgotten Roman numerals,
you don't have to be 'blood' to be family.
Bring your pretty, ugly, straight, gay, hip, and uncool friends--
as they say in the mafia, "this thing of ours"
Frozen cosmo machine.
Oddly compelling blue drinks.
That bar on 10th where i visited that guy devin's apt & lost my car keys?
the kind of bathrooms you want to hook up in
knock yourselves out if the spirit moves
Warning: Dating may induce vomiting
Bummer.
Don't be too bitter. Due to a volleyball game, hippies no longer trust me.
My chemistry teacher would be proud.
.... In other words--Pubnight will make a sixth (!) and final visit to Xth Avenue Lounge before it closes for good at the end of this week. I composed the above prose poem from fragments of the previous 5 PN emails for XAL. Am I lazy plagiarist? Or is patische the sincerest form of retrospective? You can decide over a frozen cosmo (if the machine aint broke) or an oddly compelling blue drink.
Cheers,
Rebecca & Mike & Cindy