Not as scandalous as my fucking "got kicked in the neck" hickey, though. Grody. A litte after four, we hopped a cab and called it a night. I ended up losing one of my cameras on the taxi ride home (it fell out of my pants pocket). I figured it gone forever and went out and bought a new one the next day. A few weeks later, I got a call from a guy - his son had found my camera near the curb by their apartment and when he opened it up, found my cell number written on the memory card inside! I gave the kid $40 bucks for finding it and then gave it to Grant (since I'd already bought a new one).
I must've gotten into a fight or something late on Sunday night...imagine my dismay when I woke up Monday morning and realized that I'd been punched right in the neck. Really badly.
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