The Pink Shoe Diaries

i forgot that i promised to post about this...


so, friday night. before taking in the kickass waltham show at harper's ferry. i went to john harvard's to help kate u. celebrate her 24th birthday. i had forgotten (how, i don't know) how treacherous finding a parking spot in harvard square is. you literally have to prowl the streets, scanning the sides for anyone who even looks like they may be pulling out and then you have to jump into that spot as soon as possible. it's really a matter of luck and a matter of being sort of an asshole. so there was a bit of a snafu involved in getting to the restaurant, but once we finally arrived i was psyched to see not only the usual suspects (kate, brad, erin) but also one long-missing Heather Smith. I had not seen Heather Smith since a certain plaid-pant-wearing band's after party in JP, where we spent the wee small hours of the morning being entertained by a pseudo-male model with a unibrow and a cat named nipples. Heather Smith was so nice as to let me crash at her swank pad in Tent City, since my ride spent the majority of the party in a parked car out front (cue phonetically spelled porn soundtrack). yes, Heather Smith is a good friend. we reminisced about city year (of course), talked shop (boys, although how much shop can one talk when one's boyfriend is sitting next to one...haha just kidding), and all in all have a lovely time. i love that Heather Smith.

google that, Heather!!!