today i thought: i think i would give up the tip of my baby toe on my left foot if someone promised me a good dance party every week for the next 3 months. i miss that part of my life so much I almost can't stand it.
ok. it would be hard to dance without the toe. But the point remains. Isn't there some amazing [90s reunion] show coming through that can fill a bar with the aging hipsters? It will start by 10:30 and end before 1am. Wait, no, it should end around midnight, let's be honest.
*sigh* for late night bike rides through the warm evening, when anything could happen.
10:02 p.m. - 2014-09-23
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