Before I move to the Big Apple, I’m spending a night in Williamsburg (sans August–thanks Mom and Dad!) with a dear college friend.  We’re going to relive the glory days and drown our sorrows.  Then I’ll be packing up my essentials and starting an adventure.  The next time I post, I’ll probably be cooler than I am right now–that’s what happens when you move to the East Village you know.

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