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wednesday
Arrived after a long flight. Met up with D for some dinner at the lovely 11th street Diner (Jeff Peacock’s chicken wings addiction homespot). Chowed down on some super greasy potato skins and drank root beer (mmn, I miss root beer in Europe). Then headed down to the 16th anniversary of Magic Sessions (sometimes renamed Tragic Sessions). Hung out for a bit in the vip. Went home at about 3.30 exhausted.

thursday
Went down to the National to hang out poolside by blagging my way onto a chair. Sat down and started speaking to my neighbor, a guy named Jackson. I inquired whether or not Jackson thought it would rain and his response?

God doesn’t let it rain on me

Now this was one of the most ridiculous things that I have heard in a long time. But I took his word and the cabana boy’s word who told me there was only 30% chance of rain.

Two minutes later I hear someone yell…

Why God?

Yes, it started pouring down buckets and buckets of rain. Jackson and I ran off into a cabana where we ended up being stranded for an hour or so. Thankfully, my new found friend kept me company and even ordered up some beverages from the bar via his mobile. Not too bad.

Finally the rain subsided long enough for me to run inside and meet Dimitri. We went on a umbrella purchasing mission and then down to some Peruvian food at some cheap diner. I had the bistec con taku taku which was surprisingly good.

Went home to take a quick nap and get ready for the evening. Albi and Philippe were coming to town so went down to the Ritz Carlton to meet up with them. Then we went for a cocktail and onwards to the Defected party at Nikki Beach. Hung out with the boys, saw a few folks, didn’t drink much until I somehow coaxed Philippe into strawberries and champagne.

friday
sushi, BBE party

saturday
italian food, mansion, red room

sunday
Poolside ritz. Paris hilton party

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