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Amy and I were just thinking about you over cocktails in D.C.- a city that knows how to put on some happy hours. Well, it's 5:00 somewhere, gotta run....
Posted by: Strong Enough to Carry Me | Tuesday, 01 August 2006 at 06:38 PM
Hey, Strong Enough to Carry Me. I wish I could be there with you two! Here's to your infamous Cosmopolitans (which I try, unsuccessfully, to replicate) and to memories of this.
Missing your carrying abilities. ;-)
Oh, the memories! :-)
Posted by: shamash | Wednesday, 02 August 2006 at 12:44 AM
Oh the memories, dear! How about heading back to the world´s highest Sex-and-the-city-night? Meet you guys there (Cheers strong-enough-to-carry-me). Anyways, it´s pretty close to five o´clock here....
Posted by: bluest eyes | Wednesday, 02 August 2006 at 09:54 AM
Well, it's 5 o'clock here! And it's been 5 since, no wait...
the damn clock stopped!!!
Salud! :O) Freddie
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Posted by: Freddie | Monday, 14 August 2006 at 03:08 PM