So Liz,

How'd it all go? Did you like it? Do you enjoy partaking in plans that usually involve leaving Beekman a little shy of 11:45 pm? You're just really lucky that the night tends to start around that time.

You really wanted to cheer your friend up, right? Was that your goal for the night? Are you happy that she came along for the ride? Who knew that we were going to partake in chill convos and stuff? This isn't some random roman holiday nonsense. You're way too nice of a person to partake in that kind of stuff. Haven't you figured that out by now?

Don't lie to yourself -- you know you do crazy shit. Don't sit around and say that it surprises you that you put a reminder in your phone (after having the first sip of the fourth variation of alcohol by the way) to buy and decorate your friend's room with those gold stars you'd get in kindergarten. Get to that, Liz. Take photos of it too, Liz. But before you do either one of those things, make sure that you actually buy those gold stars.

Are you glad that everything worked out well between everyone and that there wasn't a fight? It would've been so horrible if things were awkward between us three, but thank gosh none of that existed.

You know, if all nights could be like that night, you'd definitely appreciate it -- but there's no possible way for that to become reality. Maybe something like that night will come again later on in life.

All the best,

Normal Liz