i came home from the bars to the history channel telling me about this girl in the sistine chapel restoring michealango's shit. i was obviously much more interested in my tuna sandwich than the program. however, some vivaldi piece was playing... you know... baa baaadly-um-bum baaa baaadly... um-bum... whatever. some string shit. maybe the history channel has been ill-informed, but that shit was like 200 years after michealangelo... whatever... i'm over it.

also, cx and i hit up some jupiter before our planned boiler room visit. ((cx has never been)) but on our way, we ran into BEST FRIEND! ((mxnumbereighty-seven or some shit from the og)) and he ever-so-connivingly convinced us to go to the loophole to play doubles in darts. ((good call, best friend)) we ended up meeting more people and playing triples in cricket and cx and i fared well, but did not win. i don't think anyone did. bar closed. whatever.

good times, though.

there were high-fives and whiskey shots in the bathroom. what else can you ask for? ponies. that is all.