My night. Via Jessica's eyes.
Patrick ended up picking me up, and we went to see Claiborne at the Brass Mug.
Let me just say this: testosterone fest. Hahah, I was a bit sleepy at this point from the wine, and I was surrounded by boys running around, screaming, hitting each other in the balls, etc. I was ONLY SLIGHTLY out of place.
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