Had a little pre party on my own last night. Listened to Post Malone and Bieber and sipped on some Belgian lager in an old top, vintage Levi's and a pocket chain from the hardware store around the corner. The glossy 80s purse is new from H&M's studio collection.
When I finished my beer I jumped on the J to go to 169 Bar where I met up with Linn, Sara and Astrid. We sipped on whiskey gingers and sat danced to Whitney Houston while the bartender, whom we sort of met when we were on the beach that time, was drooling over us like a kid in front of a candy store. After a couple of drinks all of us were kind of beat so instead of going out we decided to go home. I got back on the train and went to Bushwick where a warm sleepy boy was waiting for me in bed. That beats any night out.