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June 24, 2010
I donít know who suggested this place, but here we are, five guys and I, standing in a circle, four of them clutching Coronas with the requisite lemon wedge, and me empty-handed and without pockets with which to occupy my hands, which want to slap the tanned faces of the titsy girls in too-short dresses and the buttoned-down blue-shirted clones milling around trying to figure out which one to fuck.

Later I learn that our guy who brought over the beer bottle bucket isn't gay, but he's enough like the others that he too seems out of place.

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