A coven of vegans avoid chocolate cake and mozzerella. Meanwhile, Jake and I dig in, twice.
In the bathroom, Chrystal and I laugh at thieves and liars, then steal each others’ cocktails while muttering, “sorry, I don’t drink.”
At midnight, Leigh smokes the pavement and watches me walk out. “Why do you have to leave?” she asks and for 2 seconds I feel like a mom giving the keys to the babysitter. Then I look at her eyeliner and I don’t.
“I have to go to bed,” I say, and I mean it, and I hate it. “I have to wake up tomorrow morning.”
“You do?” she asks. Why do all my friends smoke?
“I do,” I sigh. “I mean, I have to wake up at some point…”
[JENNIFER SMITH HALE - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
the chocolate cake was vegan. i know, because i bought it!
i didn’t leave pizza bar until 4:30. and i still got up by 11.
ooh snap. okay, I am going to be a smoking vegan and hopefully get your party stamina. that cake was awesome. xoxo.
your peeps look sugary-sweet.