My week leading up to July 4th
SUNDAY So there I was, at brunch standing outside on the rooftop, when a bee flew into my face and bounced off. I watched him leave and join his friends. I could have sworn he was bragging to his friends about how he just dick-slapped me. Oh well, I was already having a bad day. Italy had just lost the world cup. So we drank.
After brunch, most people just want to go home. So whilst we are there, I use the few hours we have to catch up with old friends and find out what’s been going on in their lives. Not much has changed except one of my friends is pregnant (her and her bf got pregnant on purpose-this is how I know I’m getting older haha).
After brunch I went to Darby with a good friend of mine. She’s Brazilian and can dance Farofa at least 10 times better than I can. It’s not a competition Maria! (That’s what people say when they’re losing :-)
MONDAY I found a note I wrote to myself in the 4th grade. It said “Get off tumblr you asshole” TUESDAY
“Every time a superhot girl falls on the sidewalk, an angel gets its wings”
So I met my gorgeous friends for dinner at Hurricane Club. We had a bunch of Hawaiian food that I still can’t even pronounce. Washed everything down with Proseco. I used to just call it Champagne until a few months ago when my Italian friends Noemi and Giorgia taught me the difference. Had I been saying it wrong the entire time before that? Apparently yes.
Ah how I love Tuesdays. Though I was concerned this particular night might be way too crowded. The doorguy at RiffRaff’s always manages to keep the door tight every time. Which is the way it should be. It’s been different lately. I felt like I was in Lavo, too crowded. It’s been like that lately. At least it adds to the overall energy of the room I suppose. As long as the crowd stays classy, I’m happy.
WEDNESDAY “Of all the songs that ask ‘who can it be now?’ over and over, I think ‘Who can it be now’ by Men At Work is the best.”
I don’t remember July 4th. I do remember stumbling into 1OAK with my friend Lucia around 3am. Once inside I assume we went our separate ways so we could “work the room.” I bumped into 2 ex-girlfriends whom I’m really good friends with now. The two of them are also best friends. I know what you’re thinking. I wish I could explain the intricacies of this former relationship. I’ll save that for another day.