So... Saturday night was such a blast. I drove up to Largo to meet Justin at his house. He drove to the party, which was in North Tampa. It was a good time. Lots of people I didn't know. I drank a lot of hunch punch, which was surprisingly tasty for what it is. I don't know what time we left the party, but it wasn't too late. I was pretty trashed. We stopped at the airport so Justin could mail something at the post office.
At some point, I text messaged David X, who replied the next day, to my confusion... and I was like, who is this... Somehow I remembered his phone number while I was fucked up.
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