Saturday, February 23, 2002
Under covers of clouds and dodging drops of rain, we partied until the wine was gone and then made our way home under the arm of a friend and dodging piles of Merlot revisited. In between the coming and the going, there was drinking, and dancing, and loving, and brushing off undeserved compliments of perfection. My made up faced must have been striken with a look of agony, though, for everyone felt the need to constantly ask if I was having a good time. I did, in fact, have a lovely time, once my shoes and I parted ways. Happy Birthday Andrew, I hope it was everything you wished for.
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