Afterwards we went over to Lit for a few more drinks. And Amy decided to pass the fuck out on the couch in the back room. (The next morning I got a message from her saying "What the hell happened last night? The last thing I remember is the birthday cake. I woke up this morning fully-dressed on my couch with my head next to a garbage can full of puke."
Gavin stealing a quick in-between songs knob-lock from Amy (while holding a can of Bud Lite and a plastic spoon for b-day cake. Does it get any classier?)
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