saddle up.

I wondered aimlessly around New York City with my best friend while drinking and dancing through bars only to end up in Harlem with “actors” who then paid a man in a Mazda to drive us home at sunrise. After our return to Manhattan, we found out that we had been locked out of our place and waited patiently (and drunkenly) for hours and hours inside a McDonalds until we could finally sleep off our horrible hangovers. 

New Years 2012, please be good to me.