Day Twenty Seven: Massage Day III

Legs. All legs. Holy shit, legs. So good.

The Swan (Burmese) for dinner, then watching Thor play Loco Elvis. Or at least that’s the plan. I’m beginning to suspect Kerry and I both suffer from FOMO because with both have trouble leaving anything before we shut the fucker down.


Yep, called it. After Loco Elvis, we hit up Zoe’s, danced for a bit, then stayed up talking till two.