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Terri
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was a Saturday night in late September, and I had made plans with Jascha
for a night on the town. In an act of complete laziness, and perhaps
some motivation from Friday nights hangover, I decided a movie would be
right up our alley. When I approached Jascha with this idea, he all but
laughed and said "movies are for weeknights, we're going to
Detroit." I was a bit hesitant, but I figured a night out with
Jascha and how could I go wrong. We ended up at an art gallery opening,
met some artists and observed some truly fabulous paintings. Jascha, of
course, knew everyone in the room and I knew not a soul, but by the end
of the opening, we were having a blast. Next, we ventured out to some
late night party in an artist's loft where we remained until 4:00 in the
morning. At this point, I had somehow lost Jascha, who was socializing
with the majority of the 500 guests. I ended up taking a ride home, as
Jascha was rumored to have left with an attractive blonde girl. As I
left, I realized I had Jascha's cell phone in my purse, and had to
eventually turn it off, as it rang every two minutes. Even at 4:00 in
the morning he was still Mr. popularity, and besides having a great
story to tell, I had an amazing time with the life of the party.
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