This weekend, I ventured to the ocean. Yes, the ocean. Without leaving New York City. I know, it sounds weird. But allllll the way out at the edge of Queens, you’ll find the ocean. Some lovely ladies from work planned a beach day full of delicious treats, sunshine, and sangria that got us tipsy within minutes of arriving.
I also had the pleasure of watching what one friend deemed “literally the most dramatic Bachelorette Finale ever” in Brooklyn. We ordered takeout, drank wine, and laughed when tipsy Emily said she “had to watch out for those da-amn steps.” And two of my friends cried during the SPOILER ALERT proposal.
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