This is where you live!

Ohh summer weekends in New York. How lovely and boozy you all are. Yesterday was another glorious summer day that my friends and I decided to spend in Central Park. YES. I'm talking stereotypical 20 somethings living in Manhattan, spending their days picnic-ing in the park. HOW BOUGIE. ( I don't even know if that's the proper spelling...)

Anyway. I get home and decide I need to eat at my wine bar because I am hungry and I need company. Duh. When I leave the wine bar I start thinking how I really need to go get water so I don't have a HO the next day. I pass by my apartment and my doorman starts flailing his arms and shouting "This is where you live!" I literally just burst out laughing and was like I KNOW WHERE I LIVE!! I'll be right back - I gotta go to the store! 

He laughs and I continue on my way. I get to the corner where I should have turned to go to CVS but I see the movie theater and it's like all I saw was a shiny object. Dun dun dun duuuunnn. THE MOVIE THEATERS. Yessss. I must see Me Before You! I've been waiting for so long! So I get myself a ticket, a coffee, and a water and I settle into a nice leather seat. Down the coffee. Down the water. End of the movie rolls around and I'm BAWLING. 

This is not a good look. 

I decide to just shuffle home as quickly as I can to go wash my face and get to bed when guess who is waiting for me outside of the apartment? My doorman... "I have been waiting for you! You said you'd be right back!" Doh.... ok pops. Didn't realize I was on a curfew. So then I had to stop and have this long conversation about how I saw the theaters and had to go there and then it was a sad movie and that's why my eyes are all red and I'll never do it again. blah blah blah. Finally make it to my apartment and call it a night. 

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