At a dinner party last night of girlfriends new and old, I was requested to tell the story, yet again, of my absurdly disastrous Greyhound trip to Miami almost two years ago. My absurdly disastrous trip, in which I impulsively decided to take a 46 hour bus to the city where my recently-exed-boyfriend happened to be vacationing, in lieu of hopping
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yay for passionate, impulsive decisions. they make for such good party anecdotes when all is healed.
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Sorry I've been out of touch -- I still don't have Internet yet in my apartment. I hope you are doing well in Montreal!
(BTW, what do you know about Madrid, and is it worth spending oodles of money visiting?)
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