High: Omg, I’m at an event w jacques pepin. Ruling. Low: it’s at the Yale club and it sugs. High: I’m drinking for free. Low: I’m still working. With my arch nemesis. Sp? Double low, I can’t spell.
High: Omg, I’m at an event w jacques pepin. Ruling. Low: it’s at the Yale club and it sugs. High: I’m drinking for free. Low: I’m still working. With my arch nemesis. Sp? Double low, I can’t spell.
But new englanders do love their booze. I had this “mark and stormy” at highland kitchen, it was incredible. Maker’s, lime simple syrup, ginger juice, scotch bonnet pepper - spicy but refreshing!
Headed back on a bus now, good times with friends. The bus driver gave me a hard time for coughing when I first got on (“you know we just have to be really careful now… You sure you’re ok?”). Somerville is just adorable. It’s worse than Brooklyn. On Saturday morning we passed young people in their yard playing some homemade beanbag toss. When we passed again later at night they were STILL going at it. And they weren’t even drinking! You get the picture. New England air is just more wholesome, it makes you do crazy industrious things, like make your own beanbags and a thing to toss them in.