My new friend Astrid

Last night I was out celebrating a friend’s birthday at a bar in Brooklyn when I felt a funny sensation from the pocket of my hoodie, like it had caught on something. I reached in and pulled out a little rubber frog, wrapped in a note.

My new friend Astrid

Front of the note ...

... and the back. Email address blanked out just because.

In case you can’t read the note, it reads:

Hi! My name is Astrid. Take me home & love me. I’ll love you too. (over) or you can just keep me in your pocket & carress me, oh so gently.

Yay strangers dropping random things into my clothes while I’m getting drunk! It’s like there’s a happening in my pocket and everybody’s invited.

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