Last night, I was running on empty so my plan was to hop a subway home and call it a night. But it was so nice out that I decided to walk. When I reached Union Square, I got distracted by the strains of a wailing sitar. My pied piper must have also been a famous Indian musician; there were gorgeous chalk drawings and dancers in costumes surrounding him. Then Erik called, and we met up at a fashion party/concert in Williamsburg. The headliner was Kid Cudi, a rapper who I like even more now because he's super charming and funny on stage. Also, some random guy on a bike rode by and grabbed my crotch and then I screamed at another guy on a bike who chose that inopportune time to try to hit on me. But that's another story...
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