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Have been on the move non-stop for the past week. From clay pigeon shooting on the North Shore, to Park Avenue rooftops, to the ski slopes, really the only common denominators have been drinks and hangovers. Spent the past few days back on the vineyard working my way out of the vortex of debt I accrued in new york and attempting to outdrink "My name's Sam and I've been drinking," a 50 something year old wood-worker who became my bar frenemy. I managed to fulfill my lifetime goal of having my picture posted in a bar bathroom, although it was the girl's bathroom, and it wasn't exactly a picture but my school id, which I'm going to have to pay to replace when I get back to school next week. Also when I say "posted" I mean my friend hoisted me up on her shoulders and I smacked it up there myself using electric blue bandaids. Egomaniacal, yet totally worth it. Running off again, next time you hear from me I'll be back in DC. Self love, it ain't no crime. xxxxx