best night of my life but I think I’ve lost my other shoe & I know I wasn’t wearing this lime velvet jumpsuit when I arrived but I love it for me & by the way that supper club your friend recommended was really not it like they were only playing Billy Joel so we bounced & good thing ‘cause an El Camino full of flamingos gave us a ride to The Cosmopolitan or maybe they were showgirls & one of them slipped me a card for some penguin party & pointed me to a porter who winked & ushered us through these giant purple doors which must have been a portal to the magic spot on the pleasure synapse inside my actual fun-fried brain because everything in there was like nothing I’ve seen or done or tasted & I’m not exaggerating when I say I’m only ordering Italian American Psychedelic every night from now on ‘cause it was unreal delicious & if you’ve ever had one of those treatments where you stick your feet in a tank full of hungry orange fish that nibble your toes well that’s nothing compared to the bliss my tongue experienced when I tasted the first of five absurdly yum cocktails that a group of Russian acrobats sitting at the other end of the bar ordered for me just before I ended up getting my portrait painted in an art gallery by a Turkish sword-swallower while sitting in a bathtub & if you ever get this message that is exactly where I am right now & where we’re coming tomorrow & every night & don’t wait up but…

best night of my life but I think I’ve lost my other shoe & I know I wasn’t wearing this lime velvet jumpsuit when I arrived but I love it for me & by the way that supper club your friend recommended was really not it like they were only playing Billy Joel so we bounced & good thing ‘cause an El Camino full of flamingos gave us a ride to The Cosmopolitan or maybe they were showgirls & one of them slipped me a card for some penguin party & pointed me to a porter who winked & ushered us through these giant purple doors which must have been a portal to the magic spot on the pleasure synapse inside my actual fun-fried brain because everything in there was like nothing I’ve seen or done or tasted & I’m not exaggerating when I say I’m only ordering Italian American Psychedelic every night from now on ‘cause it was unreal delicious & if you’ve ever had one of those treatments where you stick your feet in a tank full of hungry orange fish that nibble your toes well that’s nothing compared to the bliss my tongue experienced when I tasted the first of five absurdly yum cocktails that a group of Russian acrobats sitting at the other end of the bar ordered for me just before I ended up getting my portrait painted in an art gallery by a Turkish sword-swallower while sitting in a bathtub & if you ever get this message that is exactly where I am right now & where we’re coming tomorrow & every night & don’t wait up but…

best night of my life but I think I’ve lost my other shoe & I know I wasn’t wearing this lime velvet jumpsuit when I arrived but I love it for me & by the way that supper club your friend recommended was really not it like they were only playing Billy Joel so we bounced & good thing ‘cause an El Camino full of flamingos gave us a ride to The Cosmopolitan or maybe they were showgirls & one of them slipped me a card for some penguin party & pointed me to a porter who winked & ushered us through these giant purple doors which must have been a portal to the magic spot on the pleasure synapse inside my actual fun-fried brain because everything in there was like nothing I’ve seen or done or tasted & I’m not exaggerating when I say I’m only ordering Italian American Psychedelic every night from now on ‘cause it was unreal delicious & if you’ve ever had one of those treatments where you stick your feet in a tank full of hungry orange fish that nibble your toes well that’s nothing compared to the bliss my tongue experienced when I tasted the first of five absurdly yum cocktails that a group of Russian acrobats sitting at the other end of the bar ordered for me just before I ended up getting my portrait painted in an art gallery by a Turkish sword-swallower while sitting in a bathtub & if you ever get this message that is exactly where I am right now & where we’re coming tomorrow & every night & don’t wait up but…

best night of my life but I think I’ve lost my other shoe & I know I wasn’t wearing this lime velvet jumpsuit when I arrived but I love it for me & by the way that supper club your friend recommended was really not it like they were only playing Billy Joel so we bounced & good thing ‘cause an El Camino full of flamingos gave us a ride to The Cosmopolitan or maybe they were showgirls & one of them slipped me a card for some penguin party & pointed me to a porter who winked & ushered us through these giant purple doors which must have been a portal to the magic spot on the pleasure synapse inside my actual fun-fried brain because everything in there was like nothing I’ve seen or done or tasted & I’m not exaggerating when I say I’m only ordering Italian American Psychedelic every night from now on ‘cause it was unreal delicious & if you’ve ever had one of those treatments where you stick your feet in a tank full of hungry orange fish that nibble your toes well that’s nothing compared to the bliss my tongue experienced when I tasted the first of five absurdly yum cocktails that a group of Russian acrobats sitting at the other end of the bar ordered for me just before I ended up getting my portrait painted in an art gallery by a Turkish sword-swallower while sitting in a bathtub & if you ever get this message that is exactly where I am right now & where we’re coming tomorrow & every night & don’t wait up but…