Wow, so a good bit to catch up on.
Thursday-Flew to Cleveland for my friend Doug's bachelor party. Picked up at airport by friends from college. Our host, II, is MIA. This leaves all of us with nowhere to stay and, more importantly, nowhere to have a bachelor party. Drive to Akron, pick up Doug. Go to Doug/Pam's apt. where Pam and several of her friends are partying. This severely limits plans. We talk, watch some Family Guy, drink, go to bed. I manage to gank the couch.
Friday- Wake up with a hangover. This is devastating, as it is my first one. Ever. After years of piping and living in Scotland, even. My pancakes at Steak & Shake get half-eaten. The orange juice is undrinkable as due to some foul alchemy of poor mixing the concentrate smells like tequila. Get to Wooster, my alma mater. Eventually feel better by about 6 PM. Get dressed from other people's closets and go to a Rasputina concert at the Grog Shop. Hear new songs. I *heart* Zoe
She should be on SG.
Saturday- Wedding. Great service. I'm extremely happy for Doug and Pam. Lots of people stare, then compliment the crazy blue-haired bagpiping boy.
Hang out at Wooster, can't bring myself to drink with my friends. Watch Amadeus with my girl.
Today- Sleep in.
Walk around and enjoy the day. Borrow a lovely quasi-corset for my halloween costume. Fly back to Boston. Get on wrong bus at the airport, tour the parking lots. Get on the T, the T is broken. Get off the T, take a bus. Finally get home. Update journal.
*off to enjoy the site I've been cruelly deprived of for days*
Thursday-Flew to Cleveland for my friend Doug's bachelor party. Picked up at airport by friends from college. Our host, II, is MIA. This leaves all of us with nowhere to stay and, more importantly, nowhere to have a bachelor party. Drive to Akron, pick up Doug. Go to Doug/Pam's apt. where Pam and several of her friends are partying. This severely limits plans. We talk, watch some Family Guy, drink, go to bed. I manage to gank the couch.
Friday- Wake up with a hangover. This is devastating, as it is my first one. Ever. After years of piping and living in Scotland, even. My pancakes at Steak & Shake get half-eaten. The orange juice is undrinkable as due to some foul alchemy of poor mixing the concentrate smells like tequila. Get to Wooster, my alma mater. Eventually feel better by about 6 PM. Get dressed from other people's closets and go to a Rasputina concert at the Grog Shop. Hear new songs. I *heart* Zoe
She should be on SG.
Saturday- Wedding. Great service. I'm extremely happy for Doug and Pam. Lots of people stare, then compliment the crazy blue-haired bagpiping boy.
Hang out at Wooster, can't bring myself to drink with my friends. Watch Amadeus with my girl.
Today- Sleep in.
Walk around and enjoy the day. Borrow a lovely quasi-corset for my halloween costume. Fly back to Boston. Get on wrong bus at the airport, tour the parking lots. Get on the T, the T is broken. Get off the T, take a bus. Finally get home. Update journal.
*off to enjoy the site I've been cruelly deprived of for days*
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thank you *hugs*
i am doing a little better now...
much love
trin
xoxo
miss you!