Listen, I will be the first to admit that the bar isn’t always the place to be. Sometimes it’s too empty, sometimes it’s too full. Sometimes the drinks are too expensive, sometimes they’re too strong — wait, who am I kidding? The latter would be a dream! I wish I could be so lucky!
My summer has been a blur of cab rides, pinot grigio, beaches and museums. I’ve spent most of the time either worrying about my future after graduation in the spring or being nostalgic about the past,...
