Oh god, these pics are making me salivate for 5 am whiskey sours.
We ran from bar to bar, dancing and being grabbed and getting the good whiskey bought for us. I think it was like 80 degrees that night and the street guitarists were sweating through their black button-ups.
The teens with fake ids were dancing to Michael Jackson at Burts and we were smoking black cigarettes with a round of guys in the back of Blackbird.
We were supposed to split up then meet back at the harvard house for coke and a joint by 4. Decided to stick together and let the boys follow our footsteps.
And we found ourselves stomping on the sidewalks and spitting in the gutter all the way to Harvard. And danced in a back yard garden until the mountain began glowing from that white sun.
One of the more memorable summer nights.
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