i celebrated early in brooklyn at chad's apartment with my best friends. i needed some fresh air after being cooped in a house all week. (but i didnt over do it!) a night out with george, jonathan, matty and even a little visit from dom & his boo - just what the doctor ordered. we danced. and i mean, we DANCED. shook our booties all night long at an after party at sugarland and sweat through our clothes. loved every minute of it. spoke spanish to my new friends (really, shea, i did!), screamed through every lady gaga song that was played and learned the joy of saying "5, 6, 7, 8 before breaking a move".
those boys. always wonderful. always grateful for them. can always count on matt to live life by the horn, can always count on george to say "screw guys, i just wanna dance," and can always count on jonathan for being the practical one. and to my friends who i am without on friendship day. always loving you - always thinking of you and always needing you. you're all my rocks. near and far, always always always mine.
while in brooklyn though, jonathan and i came to discover that it almost a tiny bit scares us. chad lives on bedford ave in williamsburg, where the straight boys look gay, and the gay boys look very dirty and trailer-park esque. oh, the life of the hipster. in brooklyn. confusing. an art form. i will never understand.
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