# July 10, 2010 / 1:59AM
No loot, no booze, no fun
Yesterday was my 26th birthday! M, his little sister B and I went to Irish Fest and saw the Tossers. As always they put on a terrific show, although the Jim Beam I’d smuggled in to mix with lemonade got moshed all over me by some white-hat buffoon.
Tony. He kept hocking foot-long loogies all night. The rest of the band, and I, were pretty concerned for him. Kept singing like an angel, though.
Mike. So absurdly sexy.
Dan. Also hot. We chatted afterwards; he runs a landscaping company and has no idea what’s wrong with my basil.
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