Boss via Beacon's Closet shirt; Levi's cut-offs; Alexander Wang boots; c/o VJ-Style bag; H&M beanie; ebay necklace; Forever 21 & c/o Konstantino bracelets
I was going to write something about clothes & what I'm wearing but I thought I'd share a story instead. Once whilst shit-faced, my friend & I were about to hop a cab home but realized we had to pee real bad. We ran inside this hotel & on the way out, we passed a big convention room that looked like it had a pretty crazy party going on.. people dancing, a dj.. a wedding maybe? After deciding to crash, we went in clearly trashed, & jumped up on a table & started to dance. Everyone (200+ people) literally stopped & starred. What was wrong with these people? It was a party.. wasn't it? No. It wasn't a party. It was a mother effing Narcotics Anonymous convention. WHAT. THE. HELL. I crashed an NA convention. There's really no point to this story. I'm just convinced my life is one awkward string of events.
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