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Instead of working I am buying tickets to faraway cities to see old friends & being hungover & forcing myself to drink water & looking at vintage burgundy leather handbags on eBay that are exactly like the one I already have but hopefully nicer & ludicrously described by their sellers as RETRO COOL EMO INDIE UNIQUE.
I am hungover because on my way home from work I stopped in at Sweetwater to have a beer while my phone charged, but I ended up getting invited to a party thrown by Argentineans in Dumbo & because transportation (via truck) was included in the invite I said OK. The Argentineans lived in a barbershop storefront & they served delicious empanadas & white wine sangria & little white-bread sandwiches with the crusts cut off. I think the party was in honor of this man's children who were visiting; they were twins, a boy & a girl both 17, the girl was painfully gorgeous, all tan limbs & sudden curves & long golden brown hair, & the boy had lots of piercings & was very mature & friendly & funny & not overly drunk.
It's so unfair, I told Laura. I was a wreck at that age.
God, me too, she said. Absolutely hideous!
After that we wandered out of the party & down the street till we found ourselves at Superfine, playing pool on the orange & white table & I was playing like complete shit after so many plastic cups of Sangria & later we wandered out & into the subway & I realized that thanks to the hospitality of the Argentineans & the free pool table at Superfine I didn't spend a cent all evening. Which is fantastic because after my plane ticket splurging I really don't have any to spare.