Anecdotes from the weekend

I love doing all the things that are so unique to girlhood.

Like sitting with your friends on the carpet all smushed near the mirror doing makeup.

I love to put on blush and brush my hair.

I love to pick flowers and make wishes—I plant the seeds of my wishes wherever their petals blow.

I love to paint with bright colors and look at the stars.

I love to take photos of all these moments and the other ones in between.

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Part 1:

Last night it started thunder storming at 7 pm. Luckily I was indoors with my friends but we stayed until 1 am watching How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days and I did, in fact, fall asleep. By that time, the torrential downfall had not even begun to slow, and we watched the rain fill the empty cups and half-eaten box of banana cream pie out on the terrace. Every time lightning struck, the grey sky would flash purple, but inside we were safe and warm with the remains of a charcuterie board and bouquets of pink roses for the birthday girl.

However, we still had to face the treacherous twelve-minute walk home in the storm—bracing for the impact we linked arms and turned on the speaker. At first, it was horrible. And then it was cathartic. It wasn’t warm like summer days when rainfall was a refreshment for the oppressive heat, so we had to huddle together in wet jackets and sweaters.

But inside, my heart was so warm and fuzzy as my friends and I sang along to “After Hours” and continued to march on in the pouring rain.

Nothing felt better than the hot shower afterward. I fell asleep swiftly that night.

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Part 2:

I woke the next morning with puffy eyes from sleeping near my best friend’s cat. I was already in a rush because I had a different birthday brunch to make on time (which of course I didn’t). I threw on my clothes that were damp from the rain and still alive with the memories from last night. That morning I misplaced my headphones and had to resort to quietly playing music out of my phone because I would rather look like a fool than be left listening to the droning of subway randoms.

After our fair share of mozzarella and prosciutto, my friends and I went to Washington Square Park and all sat around on the grass. We basked in the sun and listened to the soft jazz being performed by enthusiastic musicians. It was crowded and everything and everyone was so alive.

We danced and sang and laughed. I finally went home and took another shower and here I am now, writing this little tale.

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How I love my friends and my life. These days and I feel like I’m wearing rose-colored glasses stumbling around a reborn city with its blossomed flowers and warm sunshine.

Everything seems much lovelier when the air is perfumed with the fresh breath of spring.