In roughly 9 hours, Frank, Blue and I will be on a plane bound for San Francisco. I am packed, only 1 pound under the max weight limit (dear god please let the scales work in my favor tomorrow) and ready to party it up with the CC and god-fam. It’s gonna be a good trip. Nay – it’s gonna be a GREAT trip.
The last two weeks: Work? Great. I really love it. I like working in Arlington and I get to play with office supplies. Classes? Meh, they’re classes. I’m going through grad school senioritis. I hear three weeks in California is a remedy for this. Friends? Got ‘em. Dinner and a movie with Kelley, dinner and a play at Woolly Mammoth with Tara, movie with Kevin and Sarai, dinner and football and movies with Jess and Franklin. Parker? Still defines cute.
Back in three. Weeks.
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Like its author, Come Downstairs and Say Hello is a hodgepodge of thoughts, whining, and dumb stories. Friends, family, cooking, travel, pop culture, and life as a twenty something looking for direction. It's all here.
2 comments:
Just wanted to comment that I saw you YESTERDAY in CA. Awesome.
updattttttttttttttteeeeeeeeeeee pllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaase!! How was Heather's wedding? Did Frank drink and pull out the tambourine? We need to know!
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