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The exact timeline for this stage of the night is a little unclear but roughly summarized by the looks of your Uber, Instagram, iMessage, and Snapchat receipts of the night: you uber'd the entire city and dropped into a friend's penthouse party for 15 minutes before leaving on account of "NEED[ing] PIZZA." You then drunk texted an already ghosted fling *high-fives self* while waiting in line at Joe's Pizza, took a finale snap for the night of you eating said slice, and staggered home. Goodbye Saturday morning yoga, 'twas a nice thought.
[Photo via @prince.street.pizzanyc]
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