Manic Girl Summer
On the eve of the end of summer, a recollection of events from a July night in my early twenties.
You’re not entirely sure what a Manic Pixie Dream Girl is, but you’re pretty sure you’re not one. It’s 2008, you’re 20, you’re the hottest you’ll ever be, and you’re all alone. These two weeks will characterize your whole summer, to a point where you won’t remember anything else that happened, save for some fuzzy memories of a hookah bar in New Jersey and a Yankees game that involved yet another Jeter milestone.