we meant to rantie all weekend, but we spent the entirety recovering from our maniacal evening out friday night.
spirited guest at dan levy’s super sweet 26th birthday, we danced our fucking faces off pausing sporadically to rehydrate with shots of chilled grey goose and double vodka redbulls.
while we’re quite sure we embodied the epitomy of one hot mess, by the time we were dropped home we were simply messy. and vomitous. and because we are old now, hangovers are increasingly delayed and forceful. we still haven’t really recovered.
and now it’s 3am and we have a 9am meeting. lovely.
time for bras and ranties bed. but we’ll be back. hope your weekend was lovely.