My lovely friend Jenny’s birthday was this weekend. She had her party at a bar in Brooklyn where she has, as she told me, “turned many ages–although 30 is the oldest.” Funnily enough, we had to congregate in this upstairs area that felt like a treehouse because there was a BAT MITVAH happening in the basement. Those kids were way cooler than I ever hope to be.

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On Sunday, because Jenny’s boyfriend coaches a little league team, we all travelled downtown to watch a game. Obviously, these plans were made when we thought the sun would be shining and a cool breeze would blow. Instead, it was rainy and gross. But the Pilots won. And we had Shake Shack after. And then I watched The OC.