The March's Trip to Town

It started off innocently enough. Some ear rings, a low cut top,
a top with cherries on it, dinner and a couple of most likely poisoned martini's.


The boys were pretty.
Then we had shots. Many , many big shots.


John had no hair.
He proved blonds definately don't have more fun.


Jen I hope these help you peice the evening together.
Several martini's later we stole bongo drums and played
with southern passion.


And Howard Beach gusto. Those New Yorkers have such rythm.


Like they're being paid to play and can't wait for the shift to end.
Then the hugging started, tungs came out and someone carried
someone else up the stairs, a moment of which not many have
any recollection.


You know you've had a wild night when you come home on some
random bus.
Not sure; Really not sure and; Not sure.
Everyone knows you look a lot cooler in sunglasses. You also
look cooler passed out on the kitchen floor, as opposed to say... -
on Dave.