I was all worked up about going out dancing yesterday. But then on my way home I stopped at the Plaza, our little outdoor cafe/bar and this guy at our table bought a second bottle of wine, so I had a second glass of wine (between the protesters screaming at the top of their lungs and the band playing loudly, you couldn't really talk much) and then I got home, started reading up on the club we were going, eat something and promptly fell asleep. Ugh!
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