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:: How is this night different from all others? ::
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
What are you doing this Saturday night into the wee hours of Sunday morning?
If you answered "nothing", "I hadn't any plans", or "reading the Upanishads in original Sanskrit" then you know what it's like to be in my shoes... normally. But at midnight on the night in question, I'll be exactly one year older than the last time I had a birthday. To celebrate, I'm going to walk to 151 around, say, 10pm and sit down. Then I'm going to start drinking. This being a derivative choice of venue and action, it will be the fitting celebration of a derivative life.
If you're reading this, you're invited to join me. In fact, you're invited even if you're not reading this, you just might not know it yet (translation: tell/bring friends).
151
151 Rivington btw/ Suffolk, Clinton
(downstairs, in the unmarked basement = v. v. hip, hott = just like me)
Sat, >10pm
Posted by morland @ 11:38 PM
:: Comments ::
morland, you should've told me it was your birthday...i would have totally blew you!! hope you had fun at the 151. 69 ya!!!
Posted by: ko-rean hooker on June 11, 2004 12:14 PM
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