a soirée

Last weekend, Justin threw a blow-out bash, just because he felt like it. He invited his favorite people to a celebration with the singular purpose of extolling friendship.

Luckily for me, I made the cut! But J did impose a caveat: we must all look unmistakably fabulous. Joyfully, I let him put his make-up skills to the test:

Seriously, how do some people do this every day?!

Haha, just kidding. Justin, Irene, Mackenzie, and Natalie got all gussied up in my room as we sipped rosé and sang along to '90s anthems.

chief of staff, killin' it.

  After meeting up with the boys, we piled into Uber and sped into center city, (a bit too) fashionably late for our dinner reservation.

The oh-so-sassy host saved our table, though, and we proceeded to enjoy a truly scrumptious dinner.

Nat and I ordered the same thing, of course.



A few rounds in, the glass clinking began.

Toasts to friendships, book deals, job offers ... we had so much to celebrate. Looking around the tavern, I felt a sense of awe -- I'm so fortunate simply to be able to watch as these men and women blossom from the roots we've sown together, here at Penn.

Annnd then we went to a gay club. So, well, the night is a little blurry from here on...

ba rump pum pum pum ;-)

head bitches, so I've been told.

Cheers to you, J. 

xo