THE SCENE: it’s your birthday, holla! You’re in New York to celebrate, wanting a not-so quiet girls night out and you’re more than ready to paint the town red. You’ll take a town car downtown to an uber cool Moroccan restaurant where you’ll indulge in your favorite North African delicacies. Following that, (copious) drinksies at a rooftop bar two blocks south. The men will be dapper, the chandeliers decadently lavish and twinkling under the night sky. There will be fresh blooms as far as the eye can see and most importantly the cocktails will be plentiful and continuously overflowing.
Yes it’s my birthday today and that means I have officially moved into that oh-so dreaded late twenties age bracket. But between you, me and the world as a whole I will forever be 26 for as long as I can get away with it. And if my wonderful cousin Paul is reading this, don’t you go blurting otherwise dammit! I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine buddy. I want to send colossal thank you’s to all those lovely people who took the time to actually read my previous post Meloncholia. I know it was a long one and I probably sounded like a massive Debbie-Downer. I can’t tell you how truly appreciative I am for all those sweet messages and reminders. You guys helped me put things into perspective and boy am I indebted to you. Not just for reading those rambles but for the words of encouragement. So much love for you guys right now.
Bracelet set (similar here)