When I'm 60 I hope I'm still this Happy

Sunday was one of those perfect New York days. One of those days where you know exactly why you live here. It started with a late mimosa soaked brunch with the best friends. Benny's Burritos likes to pour them and keep on pouring, let me tell you. We sat there for nearly two hours in loud irreverent laughter. It was bliss. Then in our mimosa haze we took to the streets of the meat packing district, the Highline and the top of the Gansevoort Hotel (you know) with camera and cloves in hand, obvs. Eventually making our way to the LES for some intense life convo and bottomless Australian beer at Sunburnt Cow and some oldies rock & $2 Bud-light at Saint Jerome's. Looking back on the 525 pictures we/I took (yes, 525. we were a tad excessive) I just realize how incredible our 20-something life is. Please, excuse me while I get real annoying and slightly self indulgent. I'm just blown away by the life that I'm aloud to have and the people I'm aloud to spend that life with. It's going to be incredible when I'm 60 to look back at these photos and realize how young, happy, pretty and yes sometimes extremely cocky we were.

A little sensible nap on the dumpster after brunch.

Epic.

Adorbs.

Lookin' fly on the Highline.

Look at that swagger.

Oh Benny's Burritos. We salute you.

No, really we do. :)