THE APOLOGY

I'm back from New York City. I will touch more on that in a moment.

Before I left, I sent a few e-mails to my dear friends Molly, Jaclyn, and Alyx asking how to get in touch with them so I could see them because I both miss and love them.

Yes, well, while in New York I completely, utterly, and inexcusably failed to check my e-mail ( Read more... )

Does anyone else have DC's rap stuck in their head ( Read more... )

Tomorrow New York.

The tomorrow after that, the world.

Muwahahaha!

Last evening I had some time to kill before Kiki, Dana, and Marisa's party so I settled down to read for a bit. When my neck and shoulder started to hurt I looked up at the clock. It was eight. I know that Dana and I both agree on the pointlessness of showing up fashionably late. I decided I still had time to catch a quick nap. After all, I'm ( Read more... )

Last Friday, as I sat on the plane to Las Vegas, I realized that I hadn't changed my voicemail. Traditionally, whenever I leave town I leave an outgoing message of myself shouting "I'm in ____ ( Read more... )

Dana, Kiki, and Marisa's party was a blast. This further supports my theory: Tiki-torches in front of a doorway always lead to good times. Like drunken Survivor. Only more literally, I suppose, since there is the very real danger of alcohol poisoning ( Read more... )

I went to Jaclyn's Going-Away party tonight. The tales were true; pizza was abundant. And a delightful pasta ( Read more... )

I went to visit Jaclyn at Sweet Tomatoes on Tuesday ( Read more... )

The winds of change are in the air ( Read more... )

Not that I had planned it this way, but for the past three weeks I've only consumed three alcoholic beverages. Each one was on a Friday night.

I don't understand.