Left the Bulldog and continued walking. Getting tired. Beer glasses and clothes and a whole day's worth of drinking. Of course, we didn't stop. We did find a cab. 
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| wit witticism and cute too! |
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| Witty little store names everywhere. |
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| Please build me this bench. |
} Left Magazine, took a cab back to hotel, changed, and went out again. Bourbon.
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| Mechanical bull. There are other pictures, but why would I want to show you them??? |
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| Intimidating as hell. You have no idea. |
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| I didn't think these existed anymore! Unfortunately, for me and Tyler, they do. Not that Tyler thought so. |
We continued the night with big beers, purple haze icees, whiskey, Bailey's...should not have worn flip flops on Bourbon Street, gross smells, shots of everclear and cherries, and a trip to Rick's Cabaret. I should have said stop at that point, but I didn't. A girl's got a right to change her mind, right? Disaster.
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