Wifey and I survived NYC, amazingly enough. Driving was insane. Getting lost was the norm. Our hotel sucked ass. Bar hopping was buttloads of fun. We saw Keila, a chick wifey knew from back in the day, working at this bar, and she was excited because T-Boz had just walked in.
Sunday was more getting lost and then shopping. We had the hardest time
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