(Strange week part the Nth). So I'd decided this weekend
that I'm going to go to NYC this summer for a couple days,
catch up with all the people I haven't seen and attempt to
go to bars and not smoke. I learned recently that certain
heavy-duty prescriptions actually allow me to fly without
being completely sick and miserable, so it's like, c'mere
jetblue I need to plan a vacation.
So wednesday (a weird day in its own right, as I woke up
still a little tipsy and had meetings disappear on me) my
mother calls me up and says, "Hey, want to come to disney
with us for a little while in May?" "Ummmm... I don't have
an entire week I can take off, I'll see what I can do, sure?"
So it looks like mid-may I will be driving to florida to see
what the hell disneyworld is like when you're of legal drinking
age and actually have a car on vacation there.
I also have a couple of troublemakers trying to lure me up
to the midwest to visit them, one of them dangling the giant
mall in front of me, the other one dangling lots of cool guns
and range-time.
Looks like this year I may actually get a vacation or two in.
Someone tell me when house's 30th anniversary party is?
music: U2: Hold me thrill me kiss me kill me
candice at April 29, 2005 04:51 PM