June 26, 2011
First you lose your phone, but at least your friends know where you are and you find each other.  Second you drive around for a half hour doing circles to find a good spot to go to, and you decide on the first place that you went to.  Then you go half blind because your eye won’t stop twitching and tearing up.  From here you go to the next bar, where you are stopped by a whole patrol unit and interrogated for an hour in the most embarrasing way for a crime you had nothing to do with.  They take your friend and tell you that they’re locking him up.
They release you and you walk back to your car to find that it was broken into and your brand new $850 camera and (more importantly at this point) your bottle of rum was stolen.  So you call the cops and the dispatcher says the intersection that you are on doesn’t exist.  No one has heard of a Broadway in Miami.  Your friend gets released and starts back to the car to meet up with you.  Forty five minutes later the same cops that just harassed you three blocks away come to save the day.  To quote the officer: “You guys again? Oh, the irony of life”.  Get back home at 6:00am.
Then you wake up with pink eye.  WTF.  Forreal.

First you lose your phone, but at least your friends know where you are and you find each other.  Second you drive around for a half hour doing circles to find a good spot to go to, and you decide on the first place that you went to.  Then you go half blind because your eye won’t stop twitching and tearing up.  From here you go to the next bar, where you are stopped by a whole patrol unit and interrogated for an hour in the most embarrasing way for a crime you had nothing to do with.  They take your friend and tell you that they’re locking him up.

They release you and you walk back to your car to find that it was broken into and your brand new $850 camera and (more importantly at this point) your bottle of rum was stolen.  So you call the cops and the dispatcher says the intersection that you are on doesn’t exist.  No one has heard of a Broadway in Miami.  Your friend gets released and starts back to the car to meet up with you.  Forty five minutes later the same cops that just harassed you three blocks away come to save the day.  To quote the officer: “You guys again? Oh, the irony of life”.  Get back home at 6:00am.

Then you wake up with pink eye.  WTF.  Forreal.

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