New Years Eve was a solid 12 hour fun fest. Candelit dinner/menus written on manila envelopes with my boy, our own personal cocktail hour(s) at D’s apartment, followed by a 1am dance party in a warehouse in Bushwick with Jeso and Cassie, and walking home in the oddly quiet streets at 7am and maybe listening to When In Rome on D’s doorstep.
2013 is here, hookers!
I’m off to Rwanda today. Like how I casually just dropped that into this post? I’ll be back next week.
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December 1 2012