Staying in on a Friday night was looking more and more appealing, due to the incessant rain and the stabbing in front of my apartment building. (Where Bushwick at?) Instead of venturing forth into the wilds to seek adventure and overpriced cocktails, I made lasagna, painted my nails with some Katy Perry OPI glitter, and watched Father of the Bride on Netflix.
I swear, at one point in my life, I was cool.
