On Friday it was hot as fuck and Kris and I had spent the whole day in McCarren Park catching some rays. As always this time of year I constantly look like a swollen pillow because of allergies and laying in the park all day didn't really help, but I made myself as pretty as I could and went out.
As per ush I had my sidekick with me and we walked down towards the bridge. We hit up an event where we would get free drinks, but it was in a basement and the weather was too beautiful to be hiding out inside so we chugged our vodka cranberries and went back out.
We met up with my babe Lisa at the roof of Berry Park. I could spend everyday with her, taking in all of her wise words in that German accent. After a few drinks we walked over to Freehold where we met up with Colby, who I haven't seen in too long, and a bunch of other people to catch up with.
We sat outside for a while, gossiping about our friends in common and drinking beer until the rain forced us inside. Some of us found boys to leave early with, but Lisa, Colby, Nicolas and I jumped into an uber and went to Callbox Lounge where we danced to euro disco until our legs couldn't take it anymore.
And then it was Saturday! I hurried home in the morning to freshen up and put on my whitest outfit to match the perfect weather. We headed to Le Barricou for brunch and later met up with the rest of our gang at The Drink where we had punch in the shade. An uber ride to the tunes of Drake later we were on a roof in Prospect Heights. My friend Alvin was turning 30 and that obviously had to be celebrated! I finally got to see some of my co-workers from Stink and I managed to sip on red wine sangria all afternoon without spilling (!).
Lisa, Nico and I took a pretty class photo because we're cool like that.
The sun went down and we got hungry so we packed up our stuff and went home to Sanna for thai take away and beer. She lives in a loft in Bushwick that's filled with dinosaurs and plants and weird lighting. We filled up on pad thai and Modelo's before heading over to Enid's in Greenpoint where we danced to a few tracks. But at that point we all felt like we were dying from too much fun, so we took the L home and I passed out as soon as I put my head on the pillow.
Can every weekend be like this one?