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I was really hungover yesterday. Like, I want to go back to my bed in my family's house hungover. Either that, or I could go to a really decadent apartment. A friend was co-hosting a cocktail party. Yes, more drinking. Yet, Carroll Gardens ... I was intrigued.
It paid off. It was pulchritudinous (looked that one up). There were lots of candles. There was beautiful wood. It was warm. There were hors d'œuvres (looked that one up too). Well-proportioned cocktails were handed to me by the co-host. The conversation was pleasant.
It was disgusting. It was perfect. I didn't feel the need to go home anymore; I was practically there.
Hahhaha ya I think you really did find your voice, Jon.
ReplyDeleteAlso, this definitely sounds like a Carroll Gardens party. $$$.
P.S. Your PA bedroom is like a time capsule. It's kind of disturbing that it hasn't been turned into a guest room yet.