Note: bar not actually full

Lit last night was full of underage hipster lesbians making out with each other. I couldn’t really complain, there were some surprisingly good looking girls there. Luckily we went to Cheap Shots beforehand and drank a bunch of pitchers and some obligatory Mardi Gras Hurricane shots because they cut us off after two rounds and served Kevin a plain grapefruit instead of a greyhound. The bartender was awesomely surly, I’m sure he lives in Williamsburg.

Esta noche es WEDNESDAY OPEN BAR SPECTACULARRRRRRR. List of planned stops forthcoming.