The beat material show was fucking amazing!!!
The cunard st. party was fucking packed!
I was fucking wasted!
Dale was fucking there (he's alive!)!*

So yeah, the post last nite was me, quite drunk, wanting everyone to go out again tonite.
So yeah. Money. Sharp like knives.
Dance!Dance!Dance!Dance!

*The best part was me and dale just casually sipping our beer on the back step while cop-induced mayhem went on around us.