in case you didn’t notice from yesterday’s post, this week handed me a tad more adulthood than i could handle. i’ve been here almost two weeks and haven’t met anyone new and have been sorely missing my best friends.
but you know what those best friends do? one shows up on my door step with a surprise. she brings another someone i’ve been missing, who in turn brings two bottles of wine, and they take me on a trip into the city, complete with happy hour, historic facts, and a baseball game.
"he starts on third. i mean, who needs first and second base? what is this, middle school?"
five men in the infield. the mets are desperate.
and the other best friend (who is sadly miles and miles away) gives my life some much-needed clarity after i wake up realizing that my little party somehow downed those two bottles of wine and had an epic sing-a-long on my balcony, ending in 2 hours of sleep.
kayla and brian discussing the finer points of beauty and the beast.
"no. hush. i can take this myself."
and after being stalked by george washington, surfing on the metro, taking the scenic tour of SW, hearing a vuvuzela in person, belting out glee solos, ordering pizza at midnight, and recapping the details over g-chat the next morning, i’m pretty sure being an adult is going to be okay. 
thank you, my fabulous best friends, for making sure i remember that nothing is ever nearly as awful as it seems <3.
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