mmmmmonday

Dear Iced-Americano in a BYO,

I love you. So, so much.


Yours,
mM

spring break saturday

Spring Break is officially here.

Now, I'm not talking early-March-college-aged-spring-break… I'm talking about the pool opening in our courtyard and every weekend day is over 100 attractive 20-somethings getting drunk, sunburnt and each other's numbers.

Memorial day weekend was a little out of control and I might have to take a Spring Break break.

OH!—Brother is buying a house about three miles east of downtown, so:

A. Spring Break will be no more. :(

2. No more walking to go out downtown. :(

3. YAY HOUSE! :)

IV. My shower-singing will be contained to the basement shower instead of bothering stranger-neighbors. :)

I feel like I am really into compound words today. It's super-cool.

Well, I'm 23 now. And I promised a birthday story:

So here it is.

Saturday morning brunch. $8 bottomless mimosas? At 11am? Okay.

Oh, free birthday shot before noon? Sure. …

… 3:30pm, 'Let's go to the park' … where we promptly passed out near a volleyball game for, oh, probably three hours.

Woke up in time to go to sushi. Free sake bombs? Thanks.

Post-sushi-apartment-dance-party? Yep. Yep. Yep.

Sunday hurt.