Gone fishing* (*day drinking)

Every Ass Morning In June: a daily ongoing stream of cawnsciousness (Day 13)

It’s 8:51 PM and I’m at Casetta, a wine bar in Dimes Square. Today’s dispatch may not be the most coherent, but I’m here, damn it! We’re drinking this weird Gatorade-colored wine called Früg and the place is filling up with hot people at trying to watch the Knicks. It’s 81 degrees outside.

I started the day with a facial from Glowbar at 9:40, for which I peeled myself out of bed at 9:30. Diana, my facialist today, covered my face in a cool jelly and

BRO THE KNICKS WON AND I WAS IN DIMES SQUARE AND THE HAIM SISTERS ARE HERE AND SO IS THE REST OF NEW YORK AND: