For some reason Midtown was reeking of pot. And desperation. Know what? Trey Anastasio was playing at the MSG.
Mia wanted to go to some random bars around 8th ave, because we were going to see Passion Pit at Hammerstein Ballroom.
Apparently, Mr. Anastasio has a huge fan base.
Some Nascar fans were there too. Is there a connection here?
What am I missing?
We finally found a place to booze it up and let me tell you, for a girl that claims that Jameson is her best friend, they don’t really get along.
It was almost as if Jameson was punching her in the face at every sip she’d take.
This would be a gorgeous haiku.
Sleepyhead. Sleepyhead.
I wanted to make a Facebook status update to say that the bartenders were not serving us anymore.
At 8:30.
Name: Mia
Relationships: On rebound
From: New York City
Body type: Petite
Personality: Kind of an asshole, but in a good way
Funny: Hilarious
Job: Fashion Designer
Drink: Has uber arguments with Jameson
Make Out Skills: As if she had an octopus in her mouth
Hipsterity: B-
