So.
I woke up in a collapsed blanket fort in my friend’s basement to my friend asking me where his jacket was.
Skinned right knee, still a little drunk, two texts in my phone.
The first:
“Hey, Ivy. Sorry I had to run, my ride left early. But it was amazing meeting you and good luck on your research.”
The second, from the friend asking for his jacket:
“Top five moments of the night. FIVE: That comment I made about that one girl. FOUR: You being able to have anybody you wanted in that room and your thing with Pink. THREE: We got. Really. Really. Wasted. TWO: Freckles, ‘nuff said. ONE: The new friendship that has been formed between two of my best friends in life.”
Tumblr, I have some explaining to do.