So that dinner I was just telling you about turned out to be a whole 9 girls, 75% of which were drunk. Shannon, Megan, Maya and I pulled up to Little Anthony's at fucking 9 o clock, an hour before closing, and I felt so bad. Then shannon was like "Omigod! How can we feel bad about coming this late when this place is so hopping??" referring to the
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