Yesterday was a lot of fun, if not completely exhausting.
Last night, even though I was still exhausted, Chuck and I went over Johnny’s to watch Pirates of the Caribbean, which they hadn’t seen yet. I could barely keep my eyes open, and I crashed pretty hard when I got home at 12:30a. Today I have to pack up for the trip to Boston tomorrow, figuring out what I need to bring with me, etc. I haven’t really packed anything so this will probably consume a good chunk of today. I have to go spelunking downstairs to find my stuff, because due to the kitchen construction a whole melange of other stuff has been stored in front of and above my stuff…
Tonight I am doing dinner with the fam, not sure where we are going but if tradition holds it will probably be my choice. I guess I should give some thought to that.
Which tradition? The one you do everytime you are moving out of their house? :)
Affirmative. :)