(happy hour for lunch at the Beer Kitchen.)
(a kale salad at Barley's Brewhaus for dinner.)
(everything worn here is either vintage or thrifted)
I went through most of today not realizing it was the first of September. I have to say I've been quite the typical 21 year old this long weekend: staying up until the late morning, spending all of my moments with friends, walking around Midtown in the evening, and drinking more coffee than usual. I even did my makeup in a friend's car the other night on our way to our plans. If that doesn't scream old times, I don't know what else does. Sometimes it's nice to live in the moment, be forgetful, be unprepared, even be up all night and have to be awake in the early morning.
This Sunday was full of food. I almost never eat out, and today all of my meals were. My day comprised of checking happy hours, antiquing for a tiny bit, a little stop at the farmer's market, dinner at a brew pub, and still to possibly be continued. Long weekends were meant for these kinds of things.