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so i didn’t have a heart attack, it was more like, eighteen searing chest pains and 3.5 anxiety attacks. that day sorta sucked until i left to go party downtown. we started out at this totally lame party, danced like robots to crappy bon jovi tunes, polished off the keg then left for zen lounge. zen lounge wouldn’t let us in so we went to velvet underground. this chick with a rainbow afro wig and glowing devil horns got in trouble from her boyfriend for dance-humping with me. he’s all, “I turn around for one minute and yer dyking it out on the floor!?” it was great. then back to zen lounge. we were nicer the second time around so they let us in. on our way outta the place this psychotic bouncer screamed at us for walking out the wrong door, then he slammed the door. i don’t like being screamed at very much.

long story short.

i was traumatized but no, there were no heart attacks.

here’s me after playing glow in the dark mini putt tonite. i am excited because i lost horribly. then we saw 13 ghosts.

i don’t think i will be seeing scarey movies anytime soon. my little gay heart can’t take it.

tomorrow i’ll post pics of what the inside of the place looks like. there’s one of me humping some of the orange glowing boulders. You know, basic poses.