Party at GATSBY'S flat on Lauttasaari.
Odd folks, but not quite as odd as two nights before.
The juniors were about to serve their (military-)sentences.
I still didn't get my ley.
Fenno-Swedish power?
I walked home with J. LAWRENCE and GENUS-PAMPESUS.
What fun.
[UPDATE 10 JULY 2013]
Seems I have met Gatsby before, 4 years prior to our impulsive, compulsive reunion.
He seems to have been the root of my romantic bravery.
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