yesterday i started drinking socially at around 3pm in the coney island area. there was a lot of walking, an art show in lower manhattan replete with wine and bodies, a subterranean dance club/bar, and long adventurous meandering around the lower east side.
i ended up finishing my "night" at around 6:45am this morning with the last sip of my out-of-town roommate's young's chocolate stout on the roof of my building, the newly born sun rising through a thin clutch of egg-shaped clouds; they held a radiant deep red-orange tone throughout the length of its pliant long bodies.
nothing horrible happened, i wasn't hungover terribly, and i never felt sad or uncomfortable (aside from the club part with so too many dudes and me with my over-sized camera-filled bag in the way).
i spent the day in prospect park taking photos and eating veggie burgers and laughing with friends.
this weekend has tottered along fairly amazingly.
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