Just got home from the most splendiferous celebration that I won’t soon forget.
It was the happiest of vibes and I got an amazing picture with our CEO which I will not be posting bc it was not his best angle.
Wasn’t paying attention in the cab ride home - bc I was on my SMART PHONE - until I looked up and realized the driver was taking me on a joyride through my neighborhood (including, but not limited to, purposely bypassing my street). Got in a mini-argument with him and made him stop and let me out.
Indignantly stomped the six blocks home at 2am (mom, I’m sorry). I live in a really safe neighborhood. But, like, still.
And now for the truly shameful part: I’m sitting here eating 3-day old restaurant leftovers bc heaven forbid I go to bed after drinking without stuffing my face.
oh here are my sunglasses artfully and totally coincidentally laying next to:
a bunch of peonies / a $60 candle / a cutesy notepad and pen / my Valentino rockstuds / a latte with a heart drizzled on the top
Please reassure me, internets.