Like I was super hungover this morning, and then I had an amazing soup for breakfast/lunch. Then we went shopping and I bought two great sweaters, and then my wallet was stolen. So that blew, more sentimentally than realistically, because these days it’s super easy to cancel all of your cards and request replacements.

And then we went to the pub for a pity party and my friends bought me drinks because I have no money and they are wonderful human brings. And the bartender and I actually spoke but I think the next time we go it should be a weekday because there will be less people and he and I can talk more and I can ultimately date that tiny Irish leprechaun (not actually tiny at all, don’t know why I describe him that way).

And then Carrie left and these French guys immediately say down and Julie introduced herself as Julie but I said my name was Mallory (easily the worst babysitter) and monika said her name was Sabrina (Spellman) and we talked to them a bit.

And then we left because the bar was closing and these creepy guys outside were like “WHERE ARE YOU GOING” in French so Mon yelled back “I don’t speak English!,” also in French,and then said “Ruskie! Ruskie! Ruskie!” and took off running and I was laughing so hard I was. Dying and the canal is frozen, FROZEN, and I took pictures and we got yelled at by our downstairs neighbor and I lost a lot of important things to me but it’s ok, I’ll survive.