I got a cowboy hat (kinda)

On Friday I spent the day in New York with my Euro crew. It wasn’t anywhere near as fun as last year, partly because we didn’t even spend the night there (let alone two), but it was still a success.

Unfortunately, I, cameraless, was unable to snap photos all day long of fun things that we did. So I had to wait until I got home and I could snap them with my laptop’s camera.

Behold.

That’s right, I bought a cowboy hat. In Manhattan.

Now, I understand that it’s not a real cowboy, and actually looks exactly like a cowboy hat that one would buy in Manhattan, but still, I’m really freaking pleased with it. Everyone tells me it’s extremely “me,” whatever the hell that means. And it was $20. So whatever.

Alright, I went kind of crazy with the pictures. You can tell I miss having a camera, no?

One final note: I know y’all are teetering on the brink of sanity right now, so maddened are you by the furious jealousy pounding in your skulls (which are most certainly not housed under cowboy hats, I think it’s safe to say), but I hope that this cowboy hat does not come between us.


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