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Viva Atlantic City!

Lord have mercy, I just talked to Mark and found out what happened after I parted company with the guys at midnight in front of the Taj Mahal. Wow. Let's just say that when I was arriving home five hours later, they were only halfway done with the shenanigans. 8 single straight guys, 3 cases of beer, small bills. I’m sure you can figure out some of the details.

Me? I just took the bus home, took a nap, moved some furniture, and developed a pinched nerve that has had me feeling like I was getting stabbed between the shoulder blades all week. Maybe I should have gotten one of those massages instead...

Comments (1)

1) ellen: I'll have to ask my rich, blonde girlfriend Joanne, who happened to be staying there that night if she noticed the boys! I know they'd notice her! xox Ellen (Aug 3, 2003 5:26 PM)

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