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Ran into a total of 6 Stuyvesantians tonight, not counting the one I was hanging out with.

My friend Jen and I went to an empty but trendy-looking bar in Soho which for some inexplicable reason both had a tropical fish tank and served raw fish. We got amaretto sours that I thought tasted like a fruity Starbucks iced tea. They were cheap, which was something. By something, I mean that's how we ended up there.

On the offchance that my judgment was impaired by this (entirely legal--I am, in fact, 21) imbibing, blogging will be light from me for the next few minutes or so.