Monday, October 24, 2011

The Hunt

I went to NYC this weekend to go to Far Hills Race with boy and a bunch of our friends. We loaded on a party bus at 8:30AM Saturday, stocked with champagne and wine and blasted Rihanna's new song probably 50 times before we arrived to tailgate an hour later. I had the BEST time. Clearly...





Don't you dare touch my wine.

Happiness Means...
1. 45 best friends crammed on a bus screaming, dancing, singing, being idiots.
2. Taking Friday off to go shopping solo in NYC (boy was working, what else is there to do) and stock up on some fall essentials.
3. Having dinner at 11:00 with boy and two of our closest friends from school here. And ordering the most ridiulously delicious dinner ever. Zuppa di Pesce with a puff pastry top
4. Taking the train. Not the easiest way to travel, but there is something romantic about it, especially when you can sit next to each other and share earphones watching Always Sunny episodes and cracking up even though you've seen them all 100 times.
5. Going to bed at 8:00PM.

Goal: Go Ravens!

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