Hang 'em high

It was another one of those weekends in which the days blended into each other... but now, in a rare moment of lucidity I will say this much: nothing beats drinking with your friends. Liquid and tangible. Big ups and a weird "soooooooo-whoop" to Jacques (who finally came in from the cold), Jesse (frequent shenanigans assister), Sarah and Mels (roommates from all that which is good), Danny and Andy, the dudes that humored us at the other end of the bar, and of course, Jennifer (from Seattle) and lovely Jessenia -- who brought an all-around sense of joy. Nina, bartender extraordinnaire made it all possible at the always happening Room on South Beach. And prior to that, the soon to be renamed Damn crew, Meli D, la Faby, and Sara T held the Standard down to somewhat respectable prices. Am I drunk right now? Shee-it baby, am I ever sober... but hell, no poetics please. See ya tomorrow with a better recount. I remember Pin Kai at some point, Brady, Patti Her, Osteo Sarcoma, and a lot of sweat. Oh yeah, C. Rupes brought some drink bargains into the fold and baby, hell, I'm a deal-chaser. Fuck you Kirk. Fuck you if you can't take a joke.