Some friends and I went out on the town last night to attend the last hurrah -- for now! -- for a good friend who loves to act. He's taking some time off to go back to school and work on his Master's. He's moving away and we're heartbroken about it, although we expect him to visit. Still, it just won't be the same without him right up the road, sending me e-mails that speak of illicit rendevouz at the local Blue Koi. Messages that include twisted promises of china moon, chicken in black bean sauce and gossip.
I will miss you my friend, especially when you're dressed like a woman...
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