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Fun fact about me: the moment I get drunk, I turn into a walking scrapbook collector—except instead of tickets or polaroids, I collect selfies with literally anyone I meet. Strangers, friends, bartenders, you name it. It’s like my intoxicated mind decides that blurry, questionably framed photos are the ultimate souvenirs of the night. And well… here’s one of them. A little proof of my late-night antics, sealed with a tipsy grin and it's a memory I may or may not fully recall.
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