I don't think I realized how much I loved London until I came back. As I left any of my decent presentable clothes back in Paris with Fred, I came with a backpack of clothes for the Middle East. I didn't party like it was 1999 or anything of that sort, these three days were really more about paying long overdue visits to friends, in my Havianas. The rest of this will read pretty random, but that's more because I just fit friends into certain times of the day and did whatever we went with then. That's how I ended up at a Mexican pinata party with a bunch of gay men Saturday night. I got in late Thursday night from Paris and first thing after dropping my bag down at Jose's he asked me what
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