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Saturday, June 26, 2004 So What's In A Rhode Island Iced Tea? Thought on Wednesday, flying home: Damn, how'd it get to be Wednesday already? Thought on Friday, way behind at work: Damn, how'd it get to be 5PM already? Thought on Saturday morning at a club with a kickin' DJ, hanging with a bunch of cool friends new and old: Damn, how'd it get to be Last Call already? And while that was true, what I was really thinking was, how did it get to be eight years later before I walked into the Cat Club again? Wasn't I just here at "So What?", the weekly alternative night? Wasn't I drinking Long Island Iced Teas because they were the most cost-effective alcoholic beverage, just like the drunk boy from LA who was leaning on me as his lesbian friends got another round tonight did? (Yeah, I think he might have been hitting on me, but if I remember right, when it's that dark and you're that drunk, it doesn't mean so much.) When I was that person, did I suspect that eight years later I'd be coming back to see if anything had changed? (Aside from the coat check room, nothing of note.) Did I know that I'd be doing a pretty good job of impersonating a married person, with career, mortgage and everything? Did I have any idea that I was heading in any direction, let alone this one? Ah, I'm rambling. Damn, how did it get to be this late?
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