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A very uneventful day, even by my standards. I got a lot of stuff done… Finished my taxes, saw my financial advisor, bought some cigars and wine.
Had a drunk accuse me of stealing his blackberry, then his credit card. (and no, I was not drunk)
Saw the unbelievably gorgeous belly-dancer. And no, this is not my dick talking, she is seriously just… WOW. (and no, I was not drunk)
Went to meet a friend at some crazy meat-market bar… was not allowed in (surprise, I was not drunk)
Proceeded to drive her to another place… tried to tell her that she was not doing things the right way… didn’t help much.
She wanted me to come over to her place… Against my better judgment I went there… All I have to say, it was great to be young.

Home at 5… very mildly buzzed.

Fascinating things I heard:
“If you didn’t take it, you would have said you didn’t take it.” This is after I said I didn’t take it.
“I’m a big girl, I know what I’m doing.” From a child that didn’t know what she was doing.

Maybe some fun tonight!?!