After watching the extremely good Juvenile Tiny Desk Concert, Ryan showed up at the party with a well-timed edible in his system. He's a chill guy; he's a simple guy. He's a guy rolling up to a Pride party wearing a white t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

Upon arriving at the party he feels what some—not all, but some—might describe as a wistful pang in his chest. Perhaps a longing for the friends and family he left behind in Washington. Or perhaps it's acid reflux.

Regardless, Ryan's vibes tonight are: going to get wasted, babyyyyy.