I just got back from the city. I went into Chinatown earlier today, like I do every Sunday, and then my family and I went to Park Slope to celebrate my Aunt Lana's 65th birthday.
Let me just say that today was the best Chinatown experience. I missed Andy though. I was surprised to see that he didn't come down. I supposed that he went out drinking last night and was too hungover to get out of bed.
I played soccer like I always did and then me and Eric went out to get lunch at Mama's Cafe. It was really nice just to hang out with him in person and talk about music. We talked about Kanye, Frank Sinatra and Foster the People. I was really nervous though beforehand, but it was really natural and shit. We both got minestrone soup (or strop, as he accidentally called it). We'd been texting this week pretty casually, estoy feliz.
He said he got a weird voicemail saying, "I heard you got it good with my girl Caroline.". He didn't know who it was, but I'm convinced it's Andy. I don't know why, but it just makes sense. I'm closer with Andy than most people at the field. Whateva.
Anyway. This whole weekend has been really fucking awesome. I went to K-Town with Tiffany on Saturday. We got a bulgogi and then a separate order of bulgogi meat for the both of us to share. SO GOOD! We only spent about forty-four dollars, but then we went to the bookshop across the street and then the Face Shop. I bought this little blueberry lotion that smells so good. I also got a pretty hardcore face wash. It has blackberry, maulberry, black rice and charcoal in it and it smells really refreshing. I got an organic daily moisturizer that's water based and made of bamboo. I'm really pampering my face, but my face already feels ten times better. I want to go back so I can get the kiwi mask and some other stuff, but that will have to wait. Tiffany and I then went to Red Mango and we spent like seven dollars on it. Totally worth it. I got mango with sprinkles and strawberries. She got regular with blueberries and chocolate chips.
Prior to that, we walked on Fifth Avenue and went to the Sephora and the Quiksilver. I got a lipgloss from Sephora, but didn't buy anything from Quiksilver. It was like twenty-five bucks for a shirt and I needed all the money I could get for my bulgogi meat.
They drove me to Penn Station and I made it home by myself. I survived by first transfer at Jamaica by myself. I love riding the train; I feel like most people hate taking it. I ran for my train and made it with a minute to spare. I felt like a real New Yorker when I did that.
I fucking love the city, so much.
My mom was really happy that I finally got out of the house and did something with a friend that didn't involve sitting in a house. As was I. She was psyched when I told her I was getting dinner with Liz at Taku in town. I just need to get out. I'm finding that most of my friends are now more inclined to go into the city or go and get dinner.
I invited Eric to Foster the People and he said yes. We (John and I) got all of our tickets filled. FUCKING PUMPED (UP KICKS)! June 11th can't come any sooner.
Here's to awesome friends and changing times.
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