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<\/a><\/p>\nCoxynoodlenose (okay, where did that nickname come from?) came back to the ‘Boro for some face time over the weekend. We whooped it up at the Campus Pub, which is a seedy little joint on Greenland that offers dollar beers and a foosball table lit by a billiard lamp shaped like a NASCAR car. I don’t remember too much, except for being my usual obnoxious drunk self, and finding someone’s phone in the bathroom and trying to dial someone named Cindy and someone named Precious. At 1:30 a.m. Neither Cindy nor Precious had the wherewithal to answer. That’s probably for the best. I also have a vague recollection of finding a bit of hamburger in the cab on the ride back. And of JR and Cox singing a subdued karaoke rendition of “Louisiana Woman, Mississippi Man.” Aw, I think they were sad that the night was coming to a close. <\/p>\n
This is a terrible picture, but all the good ones were taken after midnight and by people who are not me. So they don’t count for this little artsy-fartsy project (day 244: holy crap, I’m nearly within 100 days of being done). <\/p>\n
Good to see you, Cox. Have a safe trip back to the land of low humidity and observed civil rights.<\/p>\n