New York, part 1 - "I didn't come here to make friends" (yes I did)

packing in Philly

from Emily's instagram

 

from Liz's instagram - vintage t-shirt // PixieMarket skirt // ASOS sunglasses

Yesterday was one of THE longest days in my entire life. These photos barely show the half of it. I woke up at 6am at the Embassy Suites in Central Philadelphia (small detour, long story) surrounded by some half-finished French homework, remains of room-service chicken fingers (with four types of sauces because I'm a baller), and tons of towels because when I stay in hotels I like wasting towels. After dining at worst breakfast buffet I've ever had, complements of TGIFridays, I hopped on a bus to New York City, unwisely wearing the black vinyl skirt you see in the first photos.

Two trains and one unavoidable swampbutt later, I arrived relatively unscathed at the doorstep of my awesomely gracious host Emily. I barely had time to settle in with her an my and fellow guest Kater (who are both very weird and fun and cool, but don't tell them I told you) before the three of us trotted off to the Third Annual Blogger Picnic. I was like my Google reader came to life! This is really the reason why I blog—truth be told I'm still not completely comfortable in my skin and don't like the way I look in pretty much any photo, but connecting with other ladies all the way across the country who share my weird affinity for vintage clothes (and books and movies and a bunch of other stuff, turns out) is really fucking cool. Stepping into a new city and instantly feeling like you have a group of friends is truly amazing. 

(Ok I'll stop tucking now).

I ducked out of the picnic early to attend a presentation in Soho, then met up with the girls at the reading for Rookie's Yearbook One, which was very packed and crazy-go-nuts, but I got to catch up with more cool peep-holes that I don't get to see very often (looking at you, Rie). The book arrived at my house from Amazon right before I left, but I didn't want to pack and smoosh it. Just as an artifact of print, it's a really beautiful thing. I don't even want to use the stickers and paper crown and flexi disc insert because I want to preserve it as a whole... like those assholes who collect toys just to keep them in the box on a shelf. It may not appreciate in monetary value, but it will appreciate in sentimental value (gross).  Liz made us all an amazing pasta dinner at her apartment afterward, where we talked and drank beers until that special time of night when you make a beeline for the subway station, purse clutched tightly in hand.

There were a lot of weirdos out; ourselves included.