so last night, was not only leila's birthday, but my friend amy's birthday up here too. she's loomis's girl and the bartender at the anchor bar. we bar hopped the whole night. they took me to the moose bar which i've never been to. you have to be a member or have a member vouch for you. you have to fill out an application and take an oath and all that.
so we go there. were trashed. and they have ping pong and a Foosball table. amy is waisted and kicks my ass at both.
i stumble back to my boat and bump into some russians. they are like dave! have a beer with us. i remember playing pool with them a long time ago so i join em. i go inside their boat and it's a lil shady. theres knives and boxes of the sopranos lying around. they are like are you scared? i say, "fuck no! i ain't scared of no russians!" they all laugh and we sit and finish an 18 pack playing cards. they talk about all the money their making. theyre experts. theyre fishing for halibut. ivan is the captain, he's 28. femur is his cousin, a deckhand, the same age. another russian named dave comes in and they talk and talk about their favorite spots to fish, each time speaking in russian because they don't want to tell me about these secret spots. it goes on like this until 5am.
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we celebrated leila's bday last night. just us broads. and a bunch of nathan's bro friends. but you were definitely missed. xo
ps. you should be scared. those damn russians are brutal. send them my love. i'll see them soon.
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