I immediately grabbed a change of clothes and changed in the bathroom. I started conversation and immediately brought up the tempo at dinner (the girls were very hungover from the night before). Before I knew it, I had convinced them all to come back to my apartment for drinks and a view of the city. I took them all by my favorite store 'Coup de Cour' where they were already closed. Leave it to Misty -- I banged on the glass where I saw Isaaca who works there and knows me (I shop here WAY too often!) and convinced him to open the store for the ladies and give a PRIVATE shopping experience. 1.5 hours later we left, feeling like celebrities and went to my apartment where the girls oohed and aaahed at my rooftop view. I played hostest with the mostest providing snacks and wine on a whim and kept the momentum going. I finally crashed around 1:30am.
Not a bad Sunday night post cross country flight, right?
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