I graduated college on Friday.
I’ve settled back in Upper East Side NYC living in a state of confusion, giddiness and healthy discomfort all at the same time.
My parents came up for graduation and I had them all to myself, and loved it. We sipped dirty martinis and nibbled on hot cornbread at Dovetail, seeked refuge from the rain with beer flights and hot pretzels at The GingerMan, and rounded up our celebratory weekend like royalty at ElevenMadisonPark.
When did I get this old?