Friday, January 23, 2004
Vic, in his infinite wisdom, is throwing a Super Bowl party at my house. I’m not sure of the details, but Vic never fools around when it comes to food. Whatever it is, it will be gourmet and probably incongruent with the viewing of professional football, but who cares. I’ll be there all day, but don’t come too early and fuck with my hangover.
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