two grossly hip girls, one in heart-shaped sunglasses, brought their toy pups in their oversized miu miu purses and held them like babies throughout the islands set
i couldn't stop staring
a man with freckles asked to take my picture because he's doing a series of photos of my kind of sunglasses; i happily obliged
second-hand high
ran into aaron sperling and brian beer, which, along with a separate subway conversation, is why i'm listening to finch right now, ha
couldn't see a damned thing. marc stood behind me, narrating. "oh! there's four horns on stage now!"
seeing the rides stirred up my love for teacups, or scramblers, or whatever they call the spinning ride
broken social scene was broken, but very social: heat stroked drummer, voiceless lead singer, and yet utterly dancey and canadian and gold star
feist wasn't there, either
i felt old, and uncool (temp, demeanor)
i perked up when there were sliders and sweet potato fries and a large fountain soda
stay with me - finch
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