Every Man Is An Island

I stand by that. But clearly some men are island chains. Underneath, they are connected...

Friday, June 10, 2005

Today is Friday.

As the streak continues onto 8 days, it becomes increasingly difficult to remember the events of nights past.

Brian and I played some tennis at the sister hotel. The court was inside a giant court yard and was elevated two stories up. The court was rubbery like a track and kind of hollow sounding.

After a shower, we went to get some Mexican food. I went buffet style and made this giant taco salad, mmmm.

John and I went to get some souvenirs. We hit up the flag store, but it was expensive. Eventually I ended up getting a panoramic Nyhavn poster, a big flag, and a shot glass for myself. I also managed to finish all my gift shopping, score.

Next up came the Hard Rock happy hour. YEAH YEAH! Then came more drinking at the hotel. I don't remember much of that, but I think I passed out sometime around 10. I awoke at 4 am and discovered that I didn't know where I was. I ran back to my room.

We're going to the ocean today. It is the last day here. We fly out tomorrow, sad.

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