"and then something about never forgetting."

I should clean up my apartment from the 12 1/2 person brunch I hosted for my mom’s birthday yesterday. Followed by drinking champagne and white wine from the bottles, *inset snowflake and tree emojis here*, dancing ridiculously, and talking until 3 something in the morning. So far today I sat on my couch, alternated using a heating pad on my jaw and on my back, ate veggie lomein, watched three movies and cried with Luke.

I half thought I’d see you.

Even though I spent the majority of the day sleeping off a hangover, last night and the past few weekends have been especially fun with Andrew.  I felt like it was easy for us to choose being lazy at our home over going out, getting a little too drunk, and just being silly together.  Yesterday we drank to-go beers on the way to the art show, followed by german beers in boots (+ a few more) with my friends from college.  Last week we snuck a 12 pack in my purse to our movie date, then invited people to my parents house (sans parents) for beer pong and card games.  Then there was Montauk craziness a recent weekend before that..

barely daylight and walking side-by-side, modelos in hand (until slippery hands and glass on pavement). teeth grinding and talking fast of how we first started: kisses in his basement the night we met, talks of august burns red at her kitchen table two years later. did you really love 17 year old me?

But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.