Four stupid monkeys thought it would be a good idea to drink tequila. Outcome? Never. Drinking. Again. Plus we nearly got beaten up by these wild Scottish girls whom Trace told where to go. We were saved by an adrenaline-fueled taxi driver who whisked us away faster than we could say "step on it!" and laughed so hard that Im sure the driver was about to say "Are you girls heading back to St. Vincent's Psych Unit then?" Narrow escapes came in more ways than one, a wonder we are out alive and in one piece really.
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