With sore shoulders from a massage and full from burgers from Umami I say bye to Elton and go to meet up with this babe. We drink a couple of beers at Bread on Spring St and talk about boys and hair and what the fuck we're going to do once we graduate (I'm done in 4 months?!).
Hana joins us and we walk over to Broome Street and Tictail's birthday party. The rooftop is filled with Swedes and we bump into people we kind of know and people we don't know at all, but kind of get to know.
We take photos in the photo booth and order another drink, while we dance to Beyoncé and Drake. This leads to a wild discussion of who is better than who; Drake, Beyoncé, Jay or Rihanna. Bey and RiRi got shared first.
A couple of hours later I sit next to Paula on the sidewalk, a little too drunk for a Thursday, with stickers on our phones and flowers in our hair. I jump into an Uber even though I live like 5 blocks away and come home to find my roommate crashed on his bed in clothes, door open and lights on. And now it's Friday!