Always Anna

I went to New York this last weekend to see my old boss get married. It was fabulous.

Tracy is a pseudo big sister to me - she helps me pick out jeans, takes me out drinking, holds me up when I can’t walk, and makes me grilled cheeses when I pass out at her house. I wasn’t able to see her much over the last 10 months, so it was great to see her at the wedding. The whole event was beautiful (I wouldn’t have expected anything less from her)… the tiny church in the middle of Manhattan; the reception at Tavern on the Green; her custom made gown; and her $1500 dollar hair-do (compliments of Donald Trump’s hairstylist - and no, it wasn’t a horrifying comb-over) combined to give the whole thing a fairy-tale feel. I had so much fun hanging out with my old work friends (including Andreas and Stephanie) and dancing like a fool. And the drinking at the hotel afterwards was just as fun, as I got to harass her non-stop for 3 hours. I drank for a total of eight-and-a-half hours on Saturday night, which culminated in my sliding off of chairs and passing out in a cab. It was very entertaining.

I also had time over the weekend to get ditched by Ali and Alexis. Luckily, Poop was there to make fun of drunk 17-year-olds, show me what hipsters looked like, and help me find pizza and a cab. Good times, good times.

Anyways, now that I’ve bored you all to tears, I have other things to do. How’s that for an abrupt ending?