So there’s this great big black n blue mark on my Leg from Saturdays’ shenanigans. I’m not quite sure how it got there seeing as I was drunk for the better part of the day. Incredible Hulks, Bahama Mamas, Long Island ice teas, St Paul (?) a mass of swirling distant memories. I remember the room spinning and stumbling into the shower to sober up then applying an avocado mask and passing out in Meme’s hotel room on one of the beds. But I don’t quite remember how I got this blurple mark on my leg and it’s been there ever since. Needless to say I had fun. But I’m not doing any rejoicing just yet. As past experience would have it, I’ve visited had fun ate drank and was merry only to encounter ultimate disappointment within the following weeks. So I’m cautious.