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September 19, 2010
I walked down the street for half an hour. I had ditched the conference, so I needed to find a different pointless waste of time.

My feet were starting to get tired when I found myself standing in front of The Deserted Island.

I had no idea there were tiki bars in Philadelphia, but I figured I could kill five hours in one.

I took a seat at the bar and tried not to order a Mai Tai.

"Well, fine... which of your goofy drinks has the least fruit in it?" I asked.

"That'd be the Mai Tai, pal."

"Dammit."