My memories of the duplex are kinda hazy. Let's just say I crashed a bachelorette party where I had no clue who the bride to be was (nor her maitron of honour) but I knew a friend of a friend and well I knew her groom somewhat (we met twice) so that was a night of imbibing (read: working in the NYC office of my company) and I don't quite recall everything that transpiried other than making out with a very attractive couple from England who like to shop the republic. Go figure.
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