I have a big last blast planned.
On Thursday I'll be embarking on a W. 6th St. bar crawl with a couple of my favorite girlfriends. We are going to tackle some serious 20s debauchery. And we're dressing in our finest sparkly tops and black pants for the occasion.
Things might get a little crazy, but trust me when I say that I will NOT be riding the mechanical bull at Tequila Ranch. You gotta draw the line somewhere.
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