My parents have been married for 30 years. To celebrate, we are eating a delicious meal, drinking copious amounts of wine, and watching tornados roll through.
Hung out with Johanna and baby nugget last night.
Outtake from last weekend. More photos here.
Sometimes you sit and talk to a boy you used to date and you remember that one time when you laid in the park on a chilly Sunday in September and you were wearing last night’s clothes and you picked your eye boogers and laughed about everything.
Happiness.
The MOST ultimate.
Fuzz: remember when i was really hungover
and you tucked me into your bed
and “made me” cereal
and a protein shake?
that tasted like orange julius?
and then i woke up and forgot that all that had happened
and we biked to prospect park
and passed out in the grass
and then went and ate tacos
and i thought i locked my bike up
but instead i just locked my lock around the pole only
ultimate life
GPOYW: Creation of Coco Edition
Kiley got married this weekend. She was a beautiful bride.
And we were her beautiful bridesmaids.
Cab drivers in Chicago?
We have taken over.
Tornado Drill
One year ago today-ish, Nora and I were sitting on her roof in Greenpoint, drinking wine, and deciding we needed to leave New York.
“Wanna workout tonight? Let me just eat this pint of ice cream and bowl of Lucky’s, then we’ll dip.”
i could really go for some of that grapefruit belvedere vodka after a work day like today.
Good thing the girls are back in town for ONE NIGHT ONLY!
