Pic: Caitlin, Cindy and I at Coney Island, the trashiest place in the NYC zip code. We ate hot dogs and soft serve, drank beer all while enjoying the onslaught of tattoos, awkwardly explicit rap music, and janky, overpriced rides. Epic.Saturday night was spent on the Brass Monkey rooftop, jamming to Whitney Houston and letting boys buy us drinks. There are too many funny things to recount here but lets just say it was one of my best nights here so far : ).
Benny's Burritos supplied us with yummy Mexican brunch and unlimited mimosas today. Not planning on getting sloshy is usually a recipe for finding yourself a bit inebriated at 1:00 on a Sunday afternoon. We were lushes and totally ok with it.
Our brunch spot was right smack dab in the middle of the Pride Parade in Greenwich. Its always inspiring to see people who are so proud of being themselves, even if that means wearing chaps and a pink feather boa : ).
Mal starts work at a + 0 tomorrow, can't wait! Miss you all like crazy, expect postcards soon!
XOXO
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