I was a little sad when I came back from New York in August at the prospect of missing the fall shenanigans that inevitably occur on the East Coast. Last year included adventures such as discovering the best version of charades EVER, "blowing lines" at Whitey's house and skipping around Soho in men's underwear. Can Amsterdam hold a candle to this? (rumor has it they don't really do Halloween here, but I have an in with the goth crowd, so it's all good)
Perhaps. Though I'm not sleeping with any rich sugar daddies (yet...though I have had a few meals picked up which is always nice...baby steps), you should be envious of my next month which includes the best-version -of-charades-ever masters coming for an extended visit (added bonus: Snatch is joining us from Pareeeee), a Thanksgiving out of Alice and Wonderland, plus a work-sponsored trip to Milan where I get to hobnob with people who's waists are the size of my leg (or smaller). Thankfully for my body image, after that is a short trip to D.C., a city in which I actually feel relatively stylish due to the high number of people whose attire matches their politics (read: ridiculously conservative).
Tonight we kickoff with Strongbow and a birthday celebration for my buddy Kathleen who was actually friends with Alex P's brother first and was a roommate of a few rower friends from back in the day. Globalisation at work baby.
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