Turns out there’s plenty to do when I have a life, but I decided to go to the park with my roomates instead, then do happy hour on a patio. Follow up with some giant margaritas and tacos, go to Williamsburg, and end up dancing with some of my best friends from study abroad because why not? So yesterday was perfect and the weather was amazing, and I wish I could take that Saturday, fold it up, and idk put it in my pocket so that when my life is a disaster (see: today or tomorrow probably) I can be like “oh but I had that one Saturday in which New York was my playground and it was pretty fucking rad.”