You own eight pairs of loafers and you can’t remember purchasing one of them. You go into your closet to get dressed and you come out, every time, looking like Mason Disick.
7 years. So, so many differences.
Spring break forever, y’all.
This is about being a little bit reckless, and a little bit ridiculous, and a little bit stupid.
Yet, tonight, as my time in the city comes to a close, I didn’t feel jealousy. I sort of felt nothing.
8. The Back Home Bestie
You’ve gone from drinking different things every time to you go out to having “your drink” and rarely deviating.
When we’re drunk, though, when our cheeks are flushed with rosé, something changes.
At any given moment in the year and a half that I used, I always carried at least a gram or two with me, plus a bowl – literally a kitchen bowl full of blow – hidden in my bedroom.
Instagramming blurry photos of your friends that no one can decipher, captioned with inside jokes that make no sense.