New York is fast. You can't just stroll around gawking at stuff. I hate feeling rushed all the time. I amble. I perambulate. I lollygag. They don't have time for that in New York. Maybe I should try Brooklyn.
I have an interview on Monday for a job I don't think I want. I think I'd rather bag groceries at Central Market. But I'm going. And I promise I won't show up drunk this time.
We met the drunkest Scots in the history of drunken Scots in New York. Shout out to Ann, Jake and Campbell, who lurved him some Stefanie. Who wouldn't? She's a knockout.
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