Bre Jolie

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Manhattan daydream believer | Music Maven | Travel Companion | Dinner Date ✨ 💻 Bio.site/brejolie 📧 msbrejolie@protonmail.com

I mean, you *can* ask for a last-minute date… but I’m also hosting a fall dinner party the same day I fly home from a gorgeous warm-weather getaway date, and I have a tablecloth to find and wine-braised short ribs to perfect in advance. this is why we plan, gentlemen.

realized over dinner that a longtime lover and I have been seeing each other for something like seven years now. ended the night making him laugh so hard he had to cover his mouth because he was getting LOUD. ngl, one of my better finishes.

fall clean-out means trips to the tailor, cobbler, and dry cleaner with half my closet in tow. very grateful for a lover who made sure i’m being chauffeured through the ordeal. otherwise i’d be walking around new york like Andy Sachs in a wardrobe montage.

Planning a little fall dinner party for friends and apparently I’m incapable of being casual about it. There’s a menu, a dress code, a playlist (obviously). I have a vision!

A new letter just landed 💌 a little life lately, what i’ve been thinking about, and a look toward the rest of the year. Nov + Dec planning is officially underway, with just a little room left in October come read xx

My sister told me ages ago to get Libby and I finally listened. It has changed my life. Finished The Silence of the Girls, The Second Mrs. Astor, and now starting A Sky Full of Elephants, all in the last two weeks. Childhood me who used to max out her library loans is LIVING

Thinking about the time my African parent asked young me “are you ghey?” EXACTLY like that viral clip. Me, who genuinely did not know yet: 😳 I mean…turns out they were half right.

Heard a song from Noah Kahan’s new album in April, turned it off and said…mmmm not yet. I knew it needed fall and I was RIGHT. Crunchy leaves, crisp air, staring into the middle distance thinking about times long past. This is high folk ART. Midwestern Bre of yore is LEAPING out

had a post-apocalyptic dream where our group was running out of food and I didn’t remember how to make bread from scratch. anyway, I need more cookbooks and kitchen supplies because I’ll be damned if I’m betrayed by my own lack of knowledge, even in my sleep

Apparently I’ve been a professional hotel suite dancer since at least 2019. (🧵for receipts + immaculate jam taste) Still employed. I added extensions for hairography purposes

I'd been dying to see Shifters, and my date surprised me with tickets. Definitely cried during the music moments and god, both actors were perfection. Fall is officially theatre season! 🍂🎭

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