Only Zulu lit the Tabor bomb. Prepack lingered like a green liquid until a short walk to Club 21 made SA the king of the night. Patio octagon. Divorce alley? Duplex? Randy Travis arrives sans crocs. Hut plays nice. Beulah food calls. Leech happens to be there. Key Lime, Cherry Almond, and Strawberry tort provide the nightcap. Post pack abbreviated by SA’s predestined pillow. Gome by 1:30. All carbon and feet. No spokes.
Bars: Club 21, Sandy Hut, Buelahland Fathers: SA, Dub Dub, Adjuster, Zulu, Statty