It's just that we were too sober to be taking any pictures of our sobriety. I woke up, went for a run, ate breakfast with Rajeev and my cousin. I even went to work.
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Photographic evidence of me at work, with my adorably diverse colleagues.
After that I went to the Village, and had a deep, solitary moment in the park. I lay in the grass and watched the stormy sky pass over me until it was sunshine and singing birds again. There was no strong storm, no damaging winds, despite forecasts.
Then I made my way to the Blind Tiger Ale House, and received my well-wishers one-by-one. Until there were none...sober.
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Roommate love, best friend love, and self love.
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I got very happy, very fast.
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Finally, I made a little speech. In which I said we should go to the park.
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And you can imagine how that went.
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Queens pride.
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The cake was delicious, but nutritionally insufficient, so we moved onward.
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To Papaya Dog. I ate THREE. Then we were tired and grossly full and we put the camera away.
Thanks to everyone for their calls and emails and messages! I had a blast!