one week of summer fun & then farewell. at least we ended it in style?
semi-party crashed a miami vice party at holly’s random classmate’s random friend’s house in inner NE portland last night. she bit the bullet and dd-ed it, but we danced like it was middle school [i.e. blindly] and had a good time analyzing the 80s fashion (or lack thereof.)
1. two people [independently] asked me about my taste in music. and when i said i liked chillwave, they knew what it was. wow. good on you, portland.
2. now that i’ve been through the annoyance of figuring out what a “miami vice” outfit entails, be ready for a miami vice party once i’m back at penn. you will suffer as i have suffered.
3. joel (holly’s random classmate) texted her this morning and said i’m “dangerous”. what this means, the world will never know. (he didn’t reply afterwards & holly flew off to the dominican republic at noon.) i suppose it’s better than being called “safe”.