I’m finally home after a long day of vh1’ing & whatnot, and am about to commence attempts to pack my little pink suitcase for a week of gallivanting around the country. First stop: San Francisco, for Mr. Dave Morin (pictured above) and his preemptively epic birthday bash, along with quality time with Randi and … a date. Secondary stop: Chicago, where I will partake in family activities … and a date. Finally back in the city Saturday, a week hence. (But no date. It’s like I’m allergic to men in my own city. hahah) Okay, I suppose that isn’t SO much gallivanting. It felt more gallivant-ish in my head.
Seriously, I have to stop procrastinating and actually deal with my empty suitcase. Three hours of sleep does not a decisive packer make.
