Rainbo a go-go. [ 2003-03-03, 8:38 a.m. ] |
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Last night Ken was playing all these 1940's standards and I felt like I should run home and change into a ball gown or something. But instead, I had the dreaded...3rd beer. (And then held Justin captive for longer than he wanted to be just so he could hear my vague neurotic complaints.)
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