A girlfriend turned 21 over the weekend and had her birthday at the 11th St. Bar. Inspired by the recent trend toward red lipsticks, I put on my black stillettos and matched with I went with T, of course... though as friends since no one really knows about the whole affair yet. Since several of the girls there hate me, I started drinking early. Next thing I know I'm stumbling around the bar. At one point, some guy tried to chat me up and T stuck himself into the conversation to chase him off. As adorable as the gesture was, I'm rather irritated at its innate possessiveness since we are not at all in a relationship.
By the time we left, I was a total mess. T had to carry me up the stairs to my apartment and care for me as I made a mess of myself. Drunkenly, we stumbled into the shower and despite my insistence, he stayed with me and cleaned me off.
Here's some photos from the park on Houston, maintained by Greenthumb.
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