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I got in around 10, and went out to the bar.  I didn't mean to, but I got a little drunk.  Holy christ, the new Chelsea's is ass central.  I went to Galatoire's, and for what it costs to eat there (around $300 for the seven of us) the food should've been way the hell better.  I spent yesterday at two different crawfish boils, talking to a lot of people I haven't seen for a long time and drinking beers all day.  Then we went back to the bars and drank much more.  I was having a conversation with this guy about gun control and second amendment rights and all this, and then he just blurts out that he brought a pistol with him into the bar.  My buddy almost got into a fight with him about it (it was his cousin), and because it's my friend's cousin, and also because I don't want people who can't hold their liquor to be fucking packing and getting loaded with me, I let him put it in my truck.  They had a jazz band there that was horrible (because they played jazz - there is no such thing as a good jazz band by definition) playing so loud I couldn't even think straight.  Anyway blah I got to hang out with my friends who I won't get to see much of again in the future maybe.

I drove home and took my time, didn't take the ferry because I didn't want to sit in ferry traffic for an hour or more.  I stopped at a rest stop, took a most gruesome dump in the john while every slapdick in the county tried to rip the door off of the wall to get in.  Then I went back outside to visine my eyes and leered at some white trash girl wash dirt off her car with a dry rag.  I tried to drop off my scubadiving regulator to get inspected, but I was a couple minutes late and they closed.  I unloaded a bunch of old clothes at the house, along with one of my electric guitars and an amp, and some other shit I wasn't using.