Last night we celebrated. It started with a ride in the back of Kursten's truck. Looking up at the sky I was mistaking lightning bugs for shooting stars. Twenty of us then rolled up to some new yorker art critic's house who put on an UNBELIEVABLE fire work show. The ones that look the lamest were by far the best. They ended it with a bonfire. Steve Martin was there... but we opted to go back to India's to have a party of our own. Last night was the kind of night that will make it hard to ever return to the city.
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This is the most wonderful thing I have ever seen. You will have to bring many pictures, stories and smiles. I can't wait to hear all about it (and next trip east to stop in and say hey).
oi monkey, you would love this thing. it's yr bag and a half. just procured a sharp black vest, turn of the century steez to wear at yrs in aug... still can't wait. c&s next sun in the barn, wish you were here.
holy cats!
...just perused the last few entries. coming to-geth-er a-maaaaze-ingly. you are a force to be reckoned with!
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