I'm a twentysomething writer and editor living out my dream
one day • one picture • one avenue • one story at a time.
This is where I overshare and constantly write tiny love letters to New York.
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Michael and I had a little urban cowboy experience last night. We went to Johnny Utah’s for dinner and drinks, mostly because it’s exactly in between our opposite-of-the-island apartments. And possibly because they have Manhattan’s only mechanical bull.
We drank pitchers of beer, ate chips & guac, not-so-quietly mocked the Jersey girls in bachelorette vails and had front row seats to the shitshow of idiots riding the bull.
And several hours/beers later, I became one of those idiots.
