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Somehow I met them and went to a NYC nightclub with them. We were seated at the bar and given numbers, and men came up and submitted the numbers of the women they wanted to pick up. Carrie was chosen first, then Samantha, then Charlotte, then Miranda, and I sat patiently waiting, knowing no one would ever pick me. (Sounds like grade school all over again.) Finally some old farts came and tried, but I brushed them off. At last a hot young guy picked me up, and we went upstairs, where I discovered that there were popsicle/slush machines all over, both alcoholic and nonalcoholic. Nothing much happened, and then the girls were ready to go to the next club. Then I woke up.
I remember that Charlotte was wearing a brilliant red and white shimmering two-piece dress, and I had green shoes. That's about it.
Apparently I am quite psycho.
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