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sorry I bailed on noodles, but something came up just as I was leaving the Custom that was, hmmm, more local. It won.
But the Custom layover was a winner. Love seeing Erica. Love seeing everyone. Love seeing that many nice-bodied boys with their shirts off around the pool. It took me 10 minutes to notice there were really no girls out there. Hmmm, is this some place I should be hanging out more often?
So where do I get the mushrooms Mr. DanceCraze man was on? Yeah, but i think i'd have to dip back into the gene pool before i'd be fit to hang out shirtless by the Custom pool. Ah well.
Anyway, the anti-grav seating unit near the baaaaar made me want to see 2001 at the Edison. Next time, velcro shoes!
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