after a weekend at the chillest beach in the world (that would be montauk), with days spent throwing back ice cold brews in the glittering sun and achingly crisp waves, and nights ’round a blazing bonfire, and after coming back to a rainy city sunday night to be immediately joined by some of my bestest buddies for a cozy feast of chinese food and vino, well… one can’t complain all too much about getting older. quite the opposite in fact.
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AHHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRETTY LADY!!!!!
I was in Montauk too!! But not doing cool hippie beachy things like bonfires and such… xx