Best. Day. Ever.
Went out with paternal cousins and omg I can't even.
(My evens have long gone since Starbucks.)
Lunch, movie, talks over coffee, window-shopping just got better.
What the heck, that was the most fun thing I've ever done this holiday.
Conversation flowed freely, laughter always ensued, I seriously cannot even.
Get this: we only see each other literally less than 5 times a year, but awkward tensions were practically non-existent.
What the heck.
Literally freedom from any refrains.
Flailing helplessly because Jack Rabbit and seeing the cutest gay hug ever, plus free-falling curses because we just really don't gaf.
What the heck.
Felt like I was with a bunch of hooligans but it was so fun.
I will never be surprised if people thought we were a bunch of crude, obnoxious, loud morons.
What the heck, it was as if no one existed.
And we never once gaf about it because what the heck.
It was a teenage-girls-going-out day and it was a proper one.
I never wanted the day to end and we pushed back going home time so much we ended up spending more than 8 hours at Orchard.
So...tainted impressions, conjuring the annoyances of strangers, weary feet, nearly getting train accidents, becoming broke, getting wet by the rain, feeling heart-broken because we could never afford Topshop or Victoria's Secret, having pimple outbreaks from going out, reaching home near 11?
Worth it.
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