running in heels

...is like running with scissors, especially when you're on a subway platform and intoxicated.

But all went well @ subway party last night.
There were more NYU kids this time, which was thuuper. And oh--I really really had to pee while we were still waiting for the N train...aaaaand so I did. Enough said. But my friend Ruby and I had to sprint back to the group because the train was there...

I felt so sketch and dirty but I had to do it.

Anyway, there were more normal people on the train when we got on this time (last time we had the cars to ourselves) and so that provided some awkwardness but everyone was too out of it to notice. People had brought guitars and drums and somehow, a group singalong started up. We sang everything from Wonderwall to Sweet Home Alabama to....the Alphabet. The best part was when Stan called me in the middle of this all:
"Are you on the N train"
"Yeah, are you???"
"I was just on it."
Stan was on the party traaaaain!!!! Albeit unintentionally, but that don't matta!

So then we got off somewhere in Queens and headed back and all was well in the world.

Today I wake up with raging headache and voice has dropped to man-level. Think will go sit in Le Pain Q or Dean & Deluca and try to rewrite this essay for WTE (hip hip hooray.......................................)

sigh. but first, food.