i've been back for 10 days and it feels like i've been back for months. there have been very few sober days. it took me 8 days to finally see my dad. and the below pictures from day one seem like ages ago. i landed at jfk. waited for my sis for a while. ended up taking a car service. checked in. saw esther. tried to sleep. then went to the bar downstairs. and then bryant bar. and then ace hotel. though i really don't remember that part. nor do i really remember running into gina and anny. terrible. yet wonderful. i luv nyc. i luv my friends. =)
pickle backs was the magic word for the night...
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