Last Saturday, after enduring a study session at school with a hangover (courtesy of Estoria and peer pressure), Max dragged me out to the Midtown Festival of Arts with him. Granted, I was the one who told him about it and I suggested we go earlier in the week, but I mean, I was hungover.
We still managed to have a really good time. It was a really nice way to enjoy the last hot, sunny day of the year. And, there's nothing like a solo cup filled with some crisp Terrapin Golden Ale to make everything all right again.