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Rob and I have been so very busy with life that neither of us have have�the�time to sit back and relax, much less to sit back and record it...

... Saturday night, Rob and I woke up at 11.15 pm and I suggested that we head over to the Meat Packing District and just see what happens. After we hopped off the subway and hit the ungodly windy and chilly streets, Rob informed me that the Meat Packing District is home to tacky house music and, so, we should have a very intresting time partaking in out-of-character activites... And did we.
Passing by various clubs that we had little to no interest in, we decided to slide into a cute but filled bar called Ara. Soon enough, we were sipping and chatting up three folks from Switzerland about the folly in putting ice in wine [the sangria is served with ice there]. Are three comrades were quite repulsed and from there a beautiful friendship would have blossomed if they did not live on the other side of the lake. However, they gave us their information so if we "ever pass around Switzerland" we can have a good time.
Next, we engaged Peter, a lovely fellow from London (I believe) who told us of his barmaid troubles. This coming friday, we are supposed to help him sort out his barmaid worries... Hopefully, we can do a good job. (Un)fortunately, at this point, I became quite incoherent and unaware. Rob, led me with more people we met, who had just came from an 80apos;s party, to Plunge at Hotel Gansevoort where the tacky house music flourished on rooftop. Still, what I can recall of it was fantastic. We danced wildly�and�met a bunch of entertaining folks until we had to leave.
At about 6 in the morning, we realized that we had lost a very valuable item sometime during the night. :[ Retracing all of out steps, however, we could not find it So, off we go, this very instant to try re-retracing out steps again. Lol. Hopefully, this time, weapos;ll find it in one peace
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