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hairy's crashed out after bouts of mojitos and weird trader vic's concoctions. me? i'm just soaking in the moment. we stumbled out from the bar to the beach - where the city skyline was etched out like a neon painting fixed firmly to the desert sand - whilst stars from a million lightyears away glimmered like chinese whispers in the night sky. beautiful.

it's been an awesome week.

leaving was hard, but hairy's trip here has been a lot of fun and made the whole occasion memorable. if he hadn't flown in from london, i'd prolly have spent this week holed up in my apartment focusing on the genius of ari gold and johnny drama.

friends. company. soulmates. all the money in the world and there's nothing that can replicate the feeling of sheer comfort that goes along with friendship.

hairy, you've had a bit too much rum to drink, but when you sober up and read this - i hope you know i fucking appreciate this.

ps - you drink like a girl! :P