Rose Goes Rogue

Musings from a Georgia Girl in NYC

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Moved most of this operation to SnapChat

Sometimes, DJ can make your dreams come true. Like, play the gang’s song before the night ends. Bathrooms, boroughs, babes for days

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A night with New York, a perfect summer night for Suzanne. “However distant you may be…There sings no bird but calls your name to me. Each memory that has left its trace with me, lingers forever, is a part of me.”

A night with New York, a perfect summer night for Suzanne. “However distant you may be…There sings no bird but calls your name to me. Each memory that has left its trace with me, lingers forever, is a part of me.”

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Trains, Wedding Dances, Cliff Jumping, Thoughts of Suz


Dear Suz,

It was like Mardi Gras. A marathon of drinking and fun and moving dancing and sleeping in beds together. At the end I want to sit in a shower and cry.

Today we found a trail and water and something to jump off of. We brought beer and Dave got me to go off the highest rock by leaping in tandem, on 3.

I was lounging with the girls, taking time to sit and shoot the shit with whoever was nearby.

I realized it took me two days to relax. I was too excited for the gang to be together again. But I didn’t have to do breathing exercises at the rocks. I feel good in the water and on the rocks. (Okay I admit i look away when someone yelled snake.)

Thursday dive bar meetup, a Friday hotel party, Mt Beacon adventure to find rocks and water, a wedding, more rocks and water - you know how we do.

I could see you there, peeing in the orchard with me or watching the boys dance.

I could see you even more clearly on the train ride up there.

We sat squeezed in metro north, next to a window. Dirks, Danielle, Dan and me. The ride was beautiful. Hudson River, the cliffs, the Bronx!

And then there’s the void; the girls getting ready, jet setting with D and you should naturally be there with an oversized bag in tow, donning sunglasses.

There were card games and party straws and looking for liquor and rides and one flight of beer. There were ham and cheese sandwiches and whiskey for days.

There wasn’t a lull on the dance floor. Here come the Girls, juke box classics, Jacquesimo finane, a couple slow tunes. Hold me tight.

The boys mashed in a shed - their shirts soaked through with sweat. I saw you clearly then with wet bangs and could hear your laugh and see that blue twinkle when D moved like Gumby and lit the floor on fire. Zach lost a shirt but gained a towel and I still couldn’t believe I was there for it all.

Today three cars made a mad dash from the state park to the train station. So hungry and parched. How do we have so much beer and no water?? I told Zach, I’m not running for that train, I’m gonna eat something.

So it happened five girls sitting at Maloney’s in Poughkeepsie train station. Mooney calls it no single girl left behind.

The train to grand central felt like detox. From a weekend with the gang, a weekend of mild but continuous debauchery, a weekend saturated by love for love. Something had to give.

The reception was in a big white tent on the magical farm. There weren’t enough bartenders for our crowd. I did get a couple slow dances, one on an empty floor.

Nola’s finest DJ was there, and everything seemed to be cut from that perfect cloth. A setting for Anne of Green Gables, blond classy families and tasteful touching speeches. There wasn’t a misstep. Not nothing that didn’t shine and glitter.

For the first dance, the bride and groom got on the dance floor and twirled to a Bob Dylan song. Everyone clapped them on and the girls started crying and as I scanned the crowd it was your face I looked for.

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Happy July 4th party - fireworks on the East River from Joey’s roof

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