I'm sitting in my bed trying to fall asleep. Nick's was the place of our pasta party. All members of Team Storm NYC were in attendance to partake in the carbo-loading ritual. It must be nerves because I didn't eat much of pasta. Greg B's nephew, Keith, reminded so much of my own nephew, Tim. I miss that spoiled brat, republican turned democrat who'll be taking care of me at my old age.
I'll see you all in the morning!
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