Saw Ruby Rose. Got drunk. Agreed to go for a walk and some ‘fresh air’ with some 25 year old hipster guy (see also: incredibly stupid drunk decisions which end in awkward discussions about sexuality and hands being taken OUT of pants). Talked to Josh for hours. Saw Sam, who rescued me from aforementioned hipster Englishman. Drank Jungle Juice from a bucket. Had our photo taken. Saw Lauren and Christina. Caught a taxi home with Josh. Threw up at home. Got picked up. Drunkenly rambled, drunkenly sexed. Drunkenly smoked. Drunkenly texted. Saw Tana. Said “Welcome to the club” which means congrats on having your heart broken by Amy. Saw Erin. Got lost in the bass. None of this is in order. My head is not in order. I have a migraine and some decisions to think over. The four in the rain are the real ones. Unconditional. I know that, now.