Monday is the new Sunday.
My night ended with tears over an extremely rich piece of cake, and with stares of concern from my grandpa and cousin at a neighborhood restaurant.
Public meltdowns are not my fave, but they happen to the best of us (TBT Britney and the umbrella). Usually, they occur as a result of the Sunday/Monday scaries setting in.
The combo of my grandpa moving to Maine, and lack of sleep caused the above, but the activities from the weekend were definitely worth Monday’s public embarrassment on Larchmont.
Saturday got super beachy and for a few in the group, blurry.
Lausen in full force….
No names, no location.
Just keywords from the details from the weekend-
This was me on Sunday minus the frap plus a mimosa.
My beachy antics will be put on pause next week since I am traveling to Boston.
Giggles goes to Harvard.