scored another interview at patricia field, this time in the corporate offices—apparently the last girl i talked to, rachel, forwarded my resume. cha-ching.
between working shifts at allsaints all memorial weekend, camilla's roof party in alphabet city (where i got so crossfaded, i walked all the way to union square on a slant), and marisa's birthday in williamsburg (where the landlord got drunk, flipped shit, called the cops and got himself hauled out in handcuffs)...