The first is from MicHELLe. I think she was on her way to meet me from a bad first date.
The next text comes from Hippy Cuz, who was back home in VA after spendin the summer in NYC.
We'll ignore that my last pair of cowboy boots came from The Boot Barn since they were such hot boots.
Next was a text to Med School Mess, whose TSWB boyfriend was in town. A group of us was enjoying drinks at Pieces, and they had been absent for about 5 minutes.
I didn't actually drink the drinks. Also, iTunes doesn't increase a song's play count unless the track is played completely through.
The next exchange is also with Med School Mess. But first, I should explain our rating system. When talking about a guy's butt, we call out a street number or a neighborhood on the west side of Manhattan. The farther uptown the call, the nicer the ass. Houston St. is flat. South of there is just sad. Notice the time stamps on these.
MicHELLe often finds herself torn between her undergrad friends and her adult real-life other friends. The undergrad friends were heading to Fire Island for a BBQ.
After getting off at Bay Shore (4 stops early... because she looked up "Fire Island Ferry" on her phone... BTW, Fire Island includes about 100 miles of barrier islands), she ended up in a straight community on Fire Island.
"I just said fuck it and took a car back. But then [major event] was going on, and the subway wasn't running. So I had to walk from 2nd ave to 9th!"
"Wait, didn't you take a car..."
"Okay, by 'took a car,' I meant 'Split a van with 8 other people since it was only $22.'"
"Oh."
Thank god for unlimited texting.
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