#2: Diaries of a Downtown Débutante + LaduRapè + Much More

(this post was initially published on my blogspot on January 27th)

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AUDIOBOOK VERSION: https://on.soundcloud.com/ETRFd

As messiah to all wannabe it girl’s and former debutante herself Tinsley Mortimer once said on the pilot of her 2010 CW show High Society “not everything is as perfect as it seems” and that sentiment def rings true in regard to my life, especially as per late. Being a debutante was something I had always dreamed of due to the Eloise movie that was integral in my childhood, so as I got older I was kinda sad to find out that on the west-coast where I had my teenage years there isn’t exactly debutante culture like in eastern and southern America. The first debutante ball I had ever attended was last year with my friend Daecian at the Piarist Ball (where I’m getting presented this year). I honestly went just to be seen in my Chanel 1999 spring silk gown I had just recently acquired and to live my Eloise fantasy but after seeing the debutantes and escorts and how much fun it all looked I knew I had to hop on the bandwagon.

"MY MOTHER WAS A DEBUTANTE, AND SHE WORE DIOR" - ELOISE (2003)

    Becoming a debutante isn’t exactly a last minute decision type of thing I had emailed months and months in advance my application and a loooong email detailing my accomplishments. I already know what you’re thinking… Girl what accomplishments? To that I say: I attended Beverly Hills Design Institute, multiple fashion weeks, many charity events, garnered over a million streams on my music across various platforms, and I’m also from a decent family background on my dad’s side which helps. So after getting accepted and sourcing a gorgeous Jovani gown that fit the strict criteria for the gala and sending front and back photos. I got approved and was emailed the rehearsal dates, I unfortunately couldn’t make one of the two non-mandatory rehearsals but could make it to the one on the 28th so hey, one is better than none. 

I didn’t have an escort at the ready as my dating life is about as dry as Death Valley at the moment but thankfully they sourced one for me who was taller than me. I’m not tryna look like an amazonian woman while trying to give demure debutante. I also ended up picking up a Dior corset from resort 2013 that was in a gorgeous off white colour for the after party post debutante ball. I thought it’d pair great with the Carrie tulle skirt from Pat Fields but unfortunately… It was sold out!!! So I used my short-lived fashion school knowledge and made it myself out of a silk pillowcase and 20 yards of Hobby Lobby tulle. Even though they’re homophobic they have better deals than Joanne’s and you can’t tell me I’m wrong. After getting the skirt sewn, I packed up my Vuitton and prepared for my flight. 

    After arriving at the airport and heading for the checked luggage counter I noticed there was nobody there. This always happens to me because I book late-night/early-morning flights but seeing people who had never experience it spiral is always wild cuz like been there and it sucks majorly. Thankfully at 4am the check in employees got there and I checked my luggage. But tell me how Walmart can find overnight staff but airports somehow can't... C'mon now that's so wild. I got myself a Diet Coke and some Panera and waited for boarding and right before boarding started I had my headphones off to hear my boarding group and on the loud speaker, airport security said I kid you not "Trombonia Williams please come to gate E9, Trombonia Williams please come to gate E9" and I don't know if it was the sleep depravation but that was hilarious to me. Like a trombone as a name and said so seriously and with that plain ass last name. That's like saying "Tubathia Smith, Pianoia Miller or Harpsicordia Ngyuen" like you cannot tell me the dichotomous nature isn't comedy gold.

    After boarding and getting to my seat a pre-teen/early teen girl was sat next to me flicking through her phone. Once we took off and got in the air I immediately tried to sleep but this little bitch literally took her shoes off and was slumped over so far in her seat her elbow from her bent arm holding her Tik Tok ridden phone was digging into my rib. I could literally feel her arm move as she was swiping through tik tok. Whatever happened to personal space and decorum? Like I understand if you don't notice but this girl must've had nerve damage if she didn't notice she was hitting me in the rib as a bony bitch myself. Thankfully she fell asleep soon, as did I and awoke at JFK. After making my way to luggage pickup I got my Uber and it wasn't an insanely long walk to pickup (take notes lax). After getting in I fell asleep and woke up right as we were heading up to my hotel. My uber helped me bring my luggage up the stairs and into the lobby of my hotel which was really really kind of him because the stairs outside my hotel are wildly steep.

LOVE A HELPFUL UBER DRIVER

    After checking in I postmated my favorite fish & chips in not only NYC but America in general. Gemini Diner's fish and chips are where it's at and I highly recommend. While on the phone with my friend Ivan I got a text from Jason Chaos a fixture in NYC nightlife that I became friends with and walked alongside in the Richerette show last seasons NYFW. He invited me to his party at the Delancey and told me his whole scene would be there and at first I was totally down and super excited to go but then after thinking it over and knowing I had rehearsals for the Piarist Ball the next day I chose not to go out so I wouldn't be learning how to Viennese waltz while hungover. I'm such a lightweight with drinking as was covered in my last blog post so I gotta avoid it a day or two important things I need a clear mind for and while I know everyone would love the Cat Marnell vibe of me showing up to my debutante rehearsal hungover I'm not exactly trying to murder my life (but do read Cat Marnell's "how to murder your life"). 

    I woke up the next morning to my beautiful view of the gothic church clocktower outside my window. It was one of those perfect misty rainy days where you don't really need an umbrella but can still feel the rain a bit. I first went to Duane Reade and picked up some Diet Coke, Evian, Old Spice, & Nair. Y'know just the essentials. Afterwards I ate my leftover fish and chips and headed out to Laduree on the UES since I was still a bit early to head towards rehearsals. Once I got off the 6 and got my Ispahan and latte I enjoyed the indoor heating then headed off to debutante rehearsal at the Hungarian consulate. Which literally hosts like UN meetings so kinda wild I was even there at all. Especially considering I'm not Hungarian... At least to my knowledge.

    When I walked into the Hungarian Consulate I was greeted by a gigantic sweeping multi-floor staircase and a pretty brunette door girl who told me where rehearsal was being held as well as where the restrooms were. I took that as an implication I needed to touch up my hair and makeup which I TOTALLY needed to. When I looked in the mirror in that bathroom my nose makeup had basically melted off my nose from the rain dripping so I did what I could with my MAC pressed powder and blow dryed my hair in the Dyson hand dryer. After getting to a somewhat presentable but still downtown indie sleaze grunge state I walked into rehearsal in my La Perla slip dress with my Mom's vintage sheer over-dress as well as my mahogany 60s mink coat and Nicol is Back Louboutins. I wore the black Loubs to rehearsal but they're the exact same style as the white ones I'm wearing to the gala. 

    After walking into the large white room I put my sandy pink Balenciaga city bag on one of the small side tables next to a red leather couch where a teen brunette girl wearing all black sat. The 2 Debutante co-ordinators met me and we shook hands and exchanged formalities. After sitting down on the couch the goth brunette girl next to me complimented my coat and I thanked her and we started up a conversation. From what I gathered she was that classic born and raised upper east side teen doing the debutante thing for her parents story and her escort was her ex... After a few minutes we started rehearsal and I met my escort a PHD Colombia graduate, born in Beverly Hills but currently lives in London, and has long hair and gives very euro vibes. Totally my kind of vibe of guy so I was super happy.

    We first practiced our presentation pre-waltz where we curtsey to our name and walk and hand off our flowers. I was half decent at that but when we got to the Viennese waltz that's when things went way off the rails. I don't know if this is a west coast thing but even at charity galas we aren't waltzing. Maybe I'm just going to the wrong events but even my prom I don't remember there being a slow dance symphony moment. So I was like a baby horse learning to walk and I soon realized that when I don't look down and just go with the rhythm I'm way better than if I'm overthinking. We learned a few steps with some doing great like goth UES chick and some not so much. There was literally one point where my heel got caught INSIDE an escorts shoe. I felt so bad and like a total mess so I def was glad I at least didn't go out the night before. I probably would've been falling all over the place.

    When our rehearsal time was up my escort gave me some Euro chocolate which was super sweet of him and I exchanged insta's with him and UES goth girl. I didn't feel like heading back to the hotel and knew I was running low on my Chanel oil cleanser so I went to Bergdorf's, always a must in NYC. They were out of my usual L'huile so I got the Sublimage gel to oil and chatted with the lady at the counter for a bit before heading to the plaza and chatting on the phone for a few hours with my Belgian bestie Ivan and just venting about life. The Plaza is always the most fabulous place to loiter for extended periods in NYC. 

    Once I got back to my hotel downtown I postmated a bento box from my fav sushi place in NYC and after eating I passed out fully. Who would've thought waltzing would be so exhausting? I woke up the next day to moisture in the air and feeling refreshed, the weather this time of year is just perfection to a cold rainy addict such as I. I walked to the local grocery store and got some more water, Diet Coke, and fruit and had a lazy day of sleeping and working on the blog and writing music. One thing I know about myself is I need my alone intermittent periods to actually get stuff done and stay mentally healthy. I can't do the whole one after another after another when it comes to life, my social battery is so limited.     

    I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, so I decided to make an early run to Westside Market and picked up some groceries with my Erewhon tote. Whenever it rains while I sleep I wake up better I don't know why. I had to head to Soho Ladurée for a lunch date at 2 but decided to walk over a bit early and pick up some things at M.A.C most importantly the 33 Ingenue Eyelashes. After getting a few pairs and some fix+ I headed over to meetup with my date a cute middle eastern guy who had been all up in my DM's. I got to Ladurée a bit early which was an awful idea since he was 30 minutes late...

    So there I was looking like a goddamn supermodel out shivering in the cold waiting on a man and what pulls up, him in a fucking Hyundai. Not to be a classist or anything but like my ex drove a Royce so my standards are the ceiling and rightfully so as 5'9" beautiful 21 year old well educated thin blonde. He asks if I want to hop in his car while he tries to find parking which is so CREEPY like what in the CSI: Womens Murder Club type shit is that? I say I'll wait for him outside even though I was shivering and couldn't feel my hands or my face but better that than dead in the Hudson. After 15 minutes he finally walks up, I don't know why anyone would drive in Manhattan and even if you did then why not recommend a date spot that has valet or something? 

    We head inside Ladurèe and get seated for lunch service I ordered my favorite thing there, their Caesar salad and French fries and a lil champagne on the side. He ordered some tuna tartar appetizer thing that he pointed to on the menu and didn't even attempt saying the name of. We talked and had decent enough chemistry so we decided to continue on the date at the Hotel Chelsea bar before I had to head out for dinner plans with my friend Daecian. We arrived at the bar and were seated in a cute cozy section, and we talked a bit more and apparently he does like Airbnb for a living and home renovation which is pretty cool I guess but nothing super fascinating like some of my past liaisons. By the end of the date I realized we just didn't have much in common I also hadn't realized we had made out at the club in September and I didn't even remember until he reminded me.

    Once we finished our drinks he walked back to his car that took 30 minutes to find parking in Chelsea (nothing more romantic than driving around looking for parking in a Hyundai lmao) we climbed inside and we headed back to Soho so he could drop me off at the Mexican restaurant I was meeting Daecian at. After about 5 minutes in the car and kissing a bit he suddenly starts getting really forceful and I'm not a first date fuck kinda gal especially if it's car sex in a Hyundai. So I tried to rebuff in his advances in a kind way as to not escalate the situation but he literally slipped his hand through my fashionably indie sleaze ripped tights and started touching me when I was CLEARLY uncomfortable and voicing it too. I literally moved his hand away multiple times said stop, no, next date, all that shit but he couldn't take the hint. The thing is he was cute and I probably would've had sex with him on the next date but being that forceful and unresponsive to my clear un-comfortability was a huge turnoff.

    Thankfully we eventually pulled up to the restaurant I was meeting up with Daecian at but I had entirely lost my appetite and felt somewhat assaulted almost. I only ordered chips & guac and a glass of Prosecco to drown out what just happened and quickly pushed it out of my mind thankfully. It was nice to catch up with him since I hadn't seen him since we went to East Hampton together, we both spilled on the gossip in each-others lives and afterwards went bowling in Times Square and I felt soooo GTA 4 Niko & Cousin Roman vibes. Long before I ever went to New York I was playing Liberty City so it was a cute full circle moment y'know. Afterwards we played some arcade games then ended the night at the Champagne Bar at the Plaza Hotel which is always a great spot for ambience and discussion.

    Once me and Daecian made it to the train station we split off with him going uptown and me downtown, I decided to not go out to the club or anything due to an early hair appointment as Sassoon, auction at Christies with my friend Max, art gallery opening in Chelsea, & a NYFW pre-party at the Producer's Club. So I woke up the next day early and headed to mid-town. I ended up getting there a bit early so I looked around for some cute Pizza spots but everything was like sit-down whole ass restaurant vibe and I just wanted a quick slice and Diet Coke. Eventually I found one and got myself a cute slice then headed to Sassoon inside Club Monaco. I love Sassoon NYC and the stylists there because they're real and don't BS you. If my ends look like shit they'll let me know and I appreciate that and also the close proximity to Ralph's means great coffee is served there.

    While getting my hair bleached by my colorist Adam I got approached to shoot some content for them on Wednesday and I of course said YES. I have gone to Sassoon since I was 17 and loved them far before, no matter what city I'm in I always go to Sassoon Salon so it was a gig I of course couldn't resist. My stylist Bomi gave me some great layers and cut off anything that was getting a little too deceased looking and I actually got a chance to meet the senior creative director of Sassoon NYC named Elaine who was super kind. After getting my hair done I was a bit tired but I knew the night was only starting so I chugged the rest of my Ralph's coffee and headed out to the nearby gallery opening in Chelsea and on the way got catcalled by 2 separate groups of guys in trucks, that's how you know your hair salon did the damn thing. 

I UNAPOLOGETICALLY APPRECIATE CAT CALLING IDC HATE ME

IT IS A CONFIDENCE BOOST LIKE NO OTHER

    After stepping into the gallery and looking through the first floor of exhibitions I made my way to the next floor and found the bar and mingled a bit around the room and found a group of artsy older men who took a liking to my music and appearance and we chatted for awhile until I looked at a few more pieces and one of the older artsy men who was an Eastern European photographer offered to give me a ride to my hotel and I accepted since I was already running late to the NYFW pre-party. We talked about skiing and he was really kind and after getting dropped off and changing for the club I took the train to Hell's Kitchen and arrived at the party.

    It was a fun small venue packed with interesting people. Models, people from the vogue scene, photographers, actors, etc. I said hello to the handful of people I knew there and started talking it up since it was a group of likeminded people and plenty of fashion students and if there is one thing I can always talk about it's fashion. Speaking of which I was wearing a super cute Jeremy Scott Moschino pill dress from the capsule capsule collection paired with my fox fur which wasn't a good concept because it shed all over the dress and the hair clung to the cashmere material of the knit dress...

    After smoking too much weed, taking a bit of shrooms (given to me by a fabulous girl decked out in Westwood jewelry and looked like a Renaissance queen), and drinking too much liquor me and the cute group of people I found at the party headed out to a nearby pizza place for some cross faded feasting before heading home. I got a slice of pepperoni and a Diet Coke and when I tell you after club pizza hits different it hits DIFFERENT. I also think the shrooms + weed + champagne mix increased the experience. I got an Uber back to my hotel and a fabulous girl and gay friend duo who I met at the party lived nearby so I of course let them hop in my Uber.

    Waking up the next day under a pile of my fur coats as extra blankets I was hungover and exhausted and had the debutante ball in 24 hours so I knew I had to take it slow until afterwards. I did a few La Mer face masks, white stripped my teeth even though I'm not a big smiler but candids will get y'a, and packed my keepall with all the necessities I'd need for the ball. I postmated fish and chips from gemini diner again and just made sure to get as much energy as I could because I knew I was gonna need it.

    Now is the moment you've all been waiting for... The day of the ball. I woke up at 9am and had to be at the private social club nearby billionaires row it was hosted at by 2pm. I made sure to precisely apply my makeup perfectly as I knew these would be photographs that would be incredibly important and on first application much like New Years my makeup started pilling so I washed it off did another face mask and did take 2 and did a flawless face of makeup that was natural enough but still stylized. I grabbed my Keepall, Beverly Hills Hotel garment bag, & my silver Chanel 2.55 and headed in my uber uptown. 

    I hadn't been at this social club since last year attending the Piarist Ball and it was just as beautiful as I remember, it is architecture and design on a level you only see in Europe's finest. I was told Debutantes were getting ready on floor 9 which is my life path number so kinda cute and meant to be. I said my hellos to the few people that were on time and started steaming my dress that had been mangled by commercial bi-coastal travel. After an hour or so we had rehearsals in the ballroom and seeing it empty was so wild as I had only seen it during the party. I did decently but still not a strong skill in the waltz department but just good enough to not be an entire falling over mess.

    After rehearsal we had dinner and it was fun talking to the other escorts and debutantes and the food was nice too. I had 2 huge plates of the pasta which probably not a great concept when in a tight white unforgiving dress but thankfully I still looked snatched in the pictures. There was also Diet Coke in glass bottles which is my favorite form of Diet Coke, I love the can but the metal taste is sometimes a little much. They also had some great desserts and coffee and I was gonna skip dessert but they had cannolis and that's my weakness. 

    It was finally getting to the time of presentation so we slipped on our white dresses did our final hair and makeup touch ups and headed to the ballroom. While we were all lined up about to be escorted, Mr.Chow came up in conversation and me and my escort found out we both order the same exact thing! I don't stan many things but the Gamblers Duck with a side of broccoli and white rice with extra asian chili is probably what I'd pick as my death row meal. Me and my escort were the last to be presented since they went by height and I was soooo nervous. I had total butterflies in my stomach thinking of the worst and hoping someone before me would fall so then I would look better by comparison. Unfortunately no one did so once I got signaled it was my time and I had to pull it off somehow.

    We walked out and I got on the pedestal and had the spotlight on me while what seemed like countless camera's flash and I just tried to remember suck in, smile but cute Paris Hilton mouth closed style, & raise eyebrows (small eye girl trick). I thankfully didn't fall during the curtsey and felt confident after but then when having to curtsey in front of the table of foreign dignitaries one really beautiful blonde girl sitting at the table looked me right in the eyes and my mind just went somewhere else like a real testament to how gorge this girl was cuz I completely forgot to hand off my flowers to the assistant to the right before the start of the dance.

(video of this moment is on my blogspot)

    I held my flowers behind my back praying in my head someone would grab them so I didn't have to throw them myself and thankfully someone did! So I seamlessly transitioned into the final curtsey and waltz sequence. I'm hoping it wasn't super noticeable but hey I didn't fall. Which was so difficult because my dress had a bit of a train and there was a part where I had to walk backwards and thankfully I maneuvered around it. Once the waltz started my partner was super cool and just kinda slid his feet while we awkwardly somewhat waltzed as fast as my Louboutin clad feet could take me in my large Jovani gown. Thankfully we made it through with no truly horrendous mishaps and danced for a few minutes after until the song changed and we started socializing a talent I'm much stronger at than waltzing.

    After dancing with my fellow debs to Whitney's I Wanna Dance With Somebody post clunky waltz I met with my friend Daecian and his mother who attended to cheer me on and we talked and took a few photos before I grabbed a drink and started chatting with some strangers. One of which being an attractive older man who clearly was smitten with me, and the whole beginnings of debutante culture stemmed as a way to present women for marriage in high society so why not uphold tradition and talk to him for a bit. He actually was pretty interesting a stock trading company CEO but also a comedian so we talked for about 30 minutes until one of my fellow Debutante's told me we were taking pictures in the library. I gave him my instagram and cell and went on my way to take more photos and afterwards found an escort who was down to go to the club with me after the gala. He was a cool Boston living psychology major who also was in a rock band so I knew he would be the perfect vibe for a late night moment. 

    We stopped off by his hotel on the way to the club and he went inside to change and drop things off before we head to mine so I can do the same. While standing outside the Hilton in midtown a guy looks at me while waiting for a cab and says "well ain't that NYC with your Louis duffle and Louboutins" which was sweet of him. After getting to my place I change into my Dior 2013 corset and Pat Fields SATC inspired tulle skirt. I looked like Holli-Would x Carrie Bradshaw and was entirely living for it. Once we got to the DL my friend Jason came outside to get us in and some free drinks and he loved my outfit and wanted videos of me dancing to send to the manager and I always get dressed up and dance like crazy at the club so I didn't mind. It was also 80s night on the second floor and I LOVEEEE 80s music so when Vogue played you know I did the splits on the dancefloor and felt the fantasy. 

    The guy I took with me also really enjoyed it and him and Jason got along well and we had a cigarette outside before he headed home since he had an early drive back to Boston. Jason and I partied till the club closed and then went our separate ways after I found a few cute guys who wanted to go to the Hotel Chelsea which I thought would be open cuz hotel bar but nope once we arrived it was totally ghost so I went in the bathroom and hid from them until they left cuz I had kinda sobered up by then. As I was walking out the Hotel Chelsea after loitering in the heat I touched my ear and one of my great grandmother's diamond clip on earrings was gone... 

    Just when you think it can't get worse I look inside my purse and my phone GONE. I freaked out and was crying on the steps of the Hotel Chelsea like a crazy drunk bitch until I reached inside my coat pocket and found my phone. I was clearly still very inebriated and cut my losses with the earring and at least I still had one and could get a matching one replicated by the Jewelry store I work at eventually. I was so annoyed with myself though because I meant to change my jewelry to yellow gold before heading to the DL but I was rushing out the door. I hopped in a cab an got back to my hotel kinda mad about my earring but still high on being a debutante and the wonderful club night and knocked out on my bed in full makeup, outfit, and chanel on arm. 

    The next day I was soooo drained my legs were sore from waltzing, standing, and dancing all of yesterday and the hangover on top of that made me feel catatonic. I managed to make my way to subway still in yesterdays makeup to get some soup and a sandwich and enjoyed my hangover fuel before downloading and editing all the pics from my digital camera. I got invited to a shared gallery of the gala and have more than 1k photos of the event which is amazing and I'll totally treasure. I woke up the next morning still sore and exhausted and ended up missing a fashion show casting but I guess there's a reason Cat Marnell resonates with me. I did however muster up enough energy to make it to a date at Mr.Chow with the guy I talked with at the Piarist Debutante Ball.

    After applying my makeup and zipping up a super cute Amy Winehouse vibe boned corset dress I found at the thrift paired with my full length fox fur and made my way uptown a bit early to grab some coffee. After getting a soy latte (very Madonna American Life) I headed to Mr.Chow and got there 5 minutes early. Once again I was standing out in the cold and waiting for my date for 20 minutes but eventually he arrived and we sat down in the ghost town of a restaurant. I genuinely thought it might've been closed, Mr.Chow in Beverly Hills is NEVER like that so I was shocked.

PETITION FOR MR.CHOW TO MAKE HANDBAG VERSION OF TO GO BAG

    I checked my coat and sat down with him and he immediately goes into a whole legal rant about trust laws in NYC versus New Jersey and I got flashbacks to last posts Nobu date... What is with these guys and starting a date with legal jargon? Do they think it's sexy or something? He eventually got off the topic though and we started talking and had a nice time but he had never been to Mr.Chow which is surprising to me until I found out he was a vegetarian. He ended up ordering the vegetarian potstickers and an off the menu waitor recommended vegetarian tofu casserole and I got my signature gamblers duck. 

    Afterwards we went to the Plaza and I got a cosmo and him a Diet Coke which was lowkey a turn on as a Diet Cokehead myself. We chatted about music, comedy, and travel and actually got along quite well surprisingly so we made out a bit and I went to his place but let him know not to expect much since I'm not a first date fuck type. We went back listened to some records drank Diet Coke and enjoyed his view and it was a nice night and he got me a car back to my place at 4. 

    I woke up the next day and took it slow as fashion week was soon approaching and free time will be few and far between for a minute. So I finished up writing this blog post and writing some music and postmated some broccoli and asian chili from Mr.Chow to go with my leftovers cuz I ate all the broccoli and asian chili there and still have tons of duck, rice, etc left. 

    These past two weeks were so memorable and life changing and fashion week hasn't even started yet. I know long form content like this isn't everyone's thing but thank you to those that read to the end and have DM'd me such nice things on instagram! I really do appreciate that in a world of tiktok and tiny attention spans there are still some blog lovers left. Next post will be Feb. 24th and will cover New York Fashion Week, Susanne Bartsch's party at the Soho Grand, Richie Rich's fashion show, Valentines Day, and I'm sure so much that I can't even expect. This post was another loooong one but I'm just happy my life has been interesting enough to even be such a long post. I truly am living the life I dreamed of as a kid and am so glad I have this blog to document it in more detail.

Your Favorite Debutante,

     Alois Tyler Rollins IV

(P.S. Attached on the original blogspot post and audio version is a demo for a song that might be on the next Caviar Noir album but was actually one of my early demos for Petrossian, it kinda gives Gossip Girl energy so why not include it for y'all that like my rock stuff, go to the links at the top of this post!)

(P.P.S I literally cancelled a date with a hot euro guy at the MET to finish this blog in time, if that doesn't show dedication idk what does but don't cry for me Argentina we agreed on a different day and rescheduled)