This is the establishing shot of the club. Now the reader has a better understanding of the storyteller’s surrroundings.

This is Division Day. He played the keyboard with his elbow. I can do that too.

This is Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin. They rocked it pretty hard. The guy in the middle wore a Cubs hat and ski goggles so that pretty much sealed the deal on their awesomeness.

This was our bartender Stephanie. She had an amazing body and loved us with our rapid fire drinking and ordering and ultimately tipping.

Here’s one round of our drinks in their natual habitat. Jack and Coke for Laz, Tanqueray Rox for yours truly. We ended up having around 10 or so drinks each and are paying for them dearly today. I’ve been drunk all morning at work and it rocks.

This is a stupid motorcycle cop that pulled up and hit the damn valet sign. I stumbled over and took a drunk picture of his stupid stupidness.*

This is Sound Team. They were great. Now when they’re huge next year I have proof that I really did like them before everyone else. And that’s all that really matters, right?

While telling them a story about how everyone thought I was their manager, (he apparently wears the same trendyhipsterfagass glasses I do), somehow Division Day got it in their head that I was important enough to write a note with all their important info on it.
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