Lyssa was my first roommate in New York. I arrived on the doorstep of 221 like a lost boy. She took me in and shared her home, food and friends. We had some rough times and lost a great one. But in those two years we learned a lot about each other and ourselves. Last month, Lyssa left Brooklyn in search of the good life in Berkeley, Calif. We had four straight nights of going away parties. And today is another cause for celebration because Lyssa turns 30. Happy birthday, darlin’.
this is real sweet. i hope she fares well in california and finds happiness and good people there. they’re out there. it’s funny how the california people migrate to nyc and vice versa. and then half of them come back realizing – nope, I’m an “east coast” person or I’m a “west coast” person. also, you’ve really got this multimedia thing nailed. good stuff.
definitely singin some classics here… maybe just missing genuine “pony,” montel “this is how we do it,” any bon jovi, and from the pictures, I could really see “girls just wanna have fun!”
berkeley’s pretty tight tho