Last night.
Let's have a conversation about it. So Gabi, my kinda crazy elusive R friend, threw a party for herself at PM. (Of, course) <---as the invite said??? So Claire and I trapsed through the village 15 million different ways until we finally got there. I felt dumb because I didn't have a costume that was 1920s esque. A FCUK and jeans seemed FINE to me. So anyways, we get to there, and it's open bar till 11:30...so it's now like 1030, POWER HOUR. Nina was there who I havn't seen forever and she looked amazing. Everyone looked amazing. I had to walk Max up the stairs to the bathroom because he was SO drunk he got up and fell over. I THEN HAD TO WALK ALL THE WAY TO SPRING ST. To go to my other friends party. So here's me, drunk off my ass, walking through the streets of New York at 12 am. What?! What. Whatever, fuck off motherfuckers. So I get to that party, change, talk to a few people then fell like I'm gonna pass out. So in all my Robin (without Batman) glory I go home. Talk to Michael and Ryan on the phone. Michael is tired, Ryan wants to come over. Um. BOYS SUCK. Anyways, I have rehearsal in a few hours which is lame. And then I'm chillin with MJ. as in him ^
Drink up.
(Just DONT get hung over, da?)
Drink up.
(Just DONT get hung over, da?)