Tomorrow morning I get to hop on the ol' bus to go up to the wedding. Funny, I don't have a place to stay tomorrow night, so I may be sleeping on a park bench somewheres the night before I'm in my friends wedding. I'm sure he'd appreciate that.
My landlord is over here again, fixing the infamous hole in the ceiling. He's gotta be in his late sixties, as is his wife. Their last name is Whittemore, and she calls him "Whitty." How cool is that?
My goals for the weekend: 1. Make it through the wedding alive. 2. Get a picture of myself with Tunnel Bob, in the tunnels!
update: Sweet! I just found the missing sock from my favorite pair! It's been lurking under the bed for months, apparently. And I just found my watch, which I lost on the night of the infamous blackout. Has good luck finally come my way? The answer in a few short days....
My landlord is over here again, fixing the infamous hole in the ceiling. He's gotta be in his late sixties, as is his wife. Their last name is Whittemore, and she calls him "Whitty." How cool is that?
My goals for the weekend: 1. Make it through the wedding alive. 2. Get a picture of myself with Tunnel Bob, in the tunnels!
update: Sweet! I just found the missing sock from my favorite pair! It's been lurking under the bed for months, apparently. And I just found my watch, which I lost on the night of the infamous blackout. Has good luck finally come my way? The answer in a few short days....
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....or am I?
[Edited on Jun 06, 2003]