That's me. My hair is brown now. Caramel brown, according to the box.
At one point of the evening, we decided to go to the Electric Pickle but got ridiculously and dangerously lost, and for some reason we ended up at this... I should call it "bar", but then I'm not sure that place fell under the category. Actually, I'm not sure if it fell under any category of anything in this planet.
Basically, it was a 2 by 2 hot, sweat -infused room with a Jamaican lady behind a bar serving ice cold Heineken and watching TV. Oh, and there was a jukebox with pure latin american music, except for 2 artists: Eagles and Bee Gees. I know. Randomness in its purest form.
And the bathroom didn't go to work.
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