russian futurist

It all started simply enough when me, jacq & dylan met up for some rooftop food & drink action on top of the lazy dog saturday. Soon after our early dinner we sunk up with ken at his new hut. Ken clued us in on mateo where rachel served up some heavy handed rounds of goose, splash of soda. Mateo, more of a wine bar, apparently doesn't stock much in the way of mixers. Already slightly derailed, we opted to venture to trilogy instead of sticking to the original 'final round of OC' plan. Got there early enough to where we were able to saddle right on up to the bar which is where we met this ever so intriguing woman from moscow. Only stateside for a few years, she was visiting c-rado from the atl of all places. I took her under my wing for the rest of the eve, which was the least I could do since she had generously sported us all with several rounds on the night.

Over the course of the next few days, things gradually downgraded from russia with love to russian roulette as my new found house guest became more and more high maintenance. This could have been due to her bizarre whim to suddenly begin fasting, depriving her brain of the nourishment required to be, how shall we say, level-headed. After she went through most all of my clean socks (she insisted on changing them several times per day), coupled with a slew of other tiresome and increasingly erratic habits, I decided it was time for her to become acquainted with the luxuries of the university inn on my way to work earlier this morning.

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