hey bitch, I’m here to party

Getting this text from my best friend at 8pm on a Saturday night, woken up from a nap and ordered an obscene amount of Indian food to be deliverooed, I was feeling a little unsure whether I was in fact, quite “ready to party.” But, this being the summer of yes. I rallied, peeled my PJ’s off, threw on my gold silk shirt and some eyeliner and hustled my way into town.