Aug 30, 2013

The city of dreams, the city that never sleeps.

The past few days have consisted of exploring (and getting lost) in the city, crossing another thing off the bucket list by attending a secret show at Terminal 5, spinach salad with tomatoes, mushrooms and olive oil, repetitive conversations with faces and names I struggle to remember, watching thirty seconds of the US Open and live performances of both singing and dancing.

Today consisted of screaming at the top of everyone's lungs (West Village Stern Field Day Champions!!!), meeting Alec Baldwin on the street while he was walking his two adorable puppies, going to my first frat party consisting of puddles of beer on the floor, sweat and smoke in the air and sloppy drunks everywhere, playing drunk Jenga (while sober) at a dorm party and helping an incoherent drunk girl while eating halal food in the middle of the night.

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